Buhari's Poetical Graphics Representation

All efforts tabled on Nigeria; Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage, Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria But never admit it is the cause of this age. Upon the solid manifesto, That touches all sectors: Picturing California's Barstow, To cajole mandates of the electors. Finally, all promises are working... Nigerians are glad to vote SAI BABA. How beautiful things are shirking! Yet, we never cease referencing YORUBA's BONOBO. Now, pebbles tear apart the wall to a lowland. No sands dare last all days. Though, the wall can not withstand The test of time come the apartness of clays. The crevices in the wall: Is an awaiting lost of hope; One day, the wall will surely fall. Just like acrobats won't last all days on tightrope. The time is no longer right; The poor and his rights are wrong, For there's no one to stand by him. Those beautiful hearts; pure and young Have been battered and their loves' lights dim. Buhari's reign is like what? Revelation said it well in his whatnot And if that be the truth, Should we believe, lazy are all youths? Why do we fear actions and love words? If we never mind, our hens can fly like birds But we keep living in reliving, The leadership orbiting the Africa GIANT's sun outliving... The societies expectations-- A reason millions are invested in educations. When shall we be tired? To relieve those supposed to have retired. Just like the withered leaves bring Blessings unto tree to renew its strength. The odd flowers introduce the spring And relinquished fortitude to breath. The detached withered leaves That have been laid to rest, Can never regain life's airfoil Than enrich the top soil. What are meant for backups, Ended up been the beautiful ups. One thing unsure is the extent of our grieves, All are mere satisfying best. Of course, sun shall rise and shines bright on the green lushes, Blessing nature with its radiant nutritional solar energy. As the aiding glimmer blushes, It shall promote unbelievable synergy. But if nights tarry for long, Mornings shall come with the healing birdsong... Youths, light the nights; Cohorts, best their rest.