Our President Dies!
'Out of sight is out of mind'
And he was kept, from our view
As love is said to be blind
Our love for him, was ever anew
So anew that we longed for his return
And craned to see to see him, reborn;
We prayed he might not die
Even fasted, as death drew nigh
Were relieved when he was brought
That the worst was over, we thought
And lacking Janus' view of the future
False hopes, we nurtured
So that our President dies
Right in the midst of Why's;
Ahead of a train of How's!
Alas! Forever, nothing lasts!
For the Sun sets
The moon wanes;
Death eyes
And Yar'Adua gives!
Yet the Sun rises
The moon waxes
But it is in Paradise
That Yar'Adua lives!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem