Tunde Canada

The story of his pomposity The gaiety of a been-to Embroidered in revenge. Tunde Canada! Timid and denied by folks and friends In his prime when the springboard, the hemisphere At the time when chicks announce their appearance. His ordeal was woven in ancient penury. He was in the enclave of the rejected, An outcast before his friends, Whose hands, fortune, has benevolently endowed But he was happily disowned by his entire ally. Tunde Canada! Determination and spirited humans Benignly lifted from the corridors of poverty He suddenly became great. How yesterday’s pain gone And friends who cast aspersion are back as friends. He became the cynosure of them all How fast humans forget the misdeed of yesterday! Tunde Canada! Now great! But revenge beclouds the reciprocity of goodwill. He mopped up his old friends for a drink, And left them to bear their debts after tipsy, And stayed in the silt gutter. Tunde Canada In the frailty of human foible, Revenge robbed him of his life achievements. At last, betrothed to a bride of a rich-dynasty And before the oath on the altar, Absent from his wedding, either for tipsy or else, He left the bride, the audience and the priest alone in the church Staring at his endless arrival. Oh, a revenge against the society Pain to his ungodly quest. A victim of his retribution