Sardauna of Sokoto

The Sardauna, the prince Champion of the masses The leader of the North The defender of the realm Princely yet accessible The Prince Royal The north your realm Though tribe and tongues duffer You still make the difference Portrayed as a northern zealot Of the scion of Usman Dan Fodiyo Royal turbans in purple array A great thinker and visionary Achievements so colossal and huge Colloquial rantings so high yet can't be denied Institutions still blazing the trail Posterity have seen your travails The Sardauna, the Northern Prince Decades have come and gone None in the northern realm holds your sway Selflessness your true identity Legacies intact, history made Posterity the true judge None have your charisma Nor your impeccable persona Those that took after you have all gone astray Going after the god of mammon They are all pretenders To the crown of your realm With trending events these past decades There is none in the realm that holds your sway. The Sardauna the Northern Prince