A sage died
Baba travelled for his burial
Sobriety struck his soul
The letter leaked
Filled with hailstones and fire
Towards the Ijaw man
President of the Niger area
Perceived to be a failing leader
Baba talked of corruption
He talked of insincerity
He called for a change
Before it is too late
To the president
That once walked barefooted
Baba willed a kingly sandal
One mentioned to now be tattered in the letter
Nigerians awaited a reply
From the accused
A sort of induced self defence
To absolve the one donning the black hat
Instead,a bizarre response
Was what followed
Allegedly from baba’s very blood
From baba’s daughter
The letter reeked of hate
It exhuded bottled up anger
Confusion rented the atmosphere
With its tattered fabrics beyond repair
Baba needed actions
From his successor
Baba’s daughter needed change
From her predecessor
The letters seem to be
Fragmented parts of a jigsaw
Perhaps reaffirming the truth
That stones shouldn’t be thrown in a glass house
For the failures of this land
Please let us embrace the blame
Both the leaders and followers
We all are the clogs
Ours shouldn’t be a land
Where daughters allegedly abuse fathers
Ours shouldn’t be a country
Where fathers abuse the kings
Therefore to all men
Strive to keep your homes at peace
So that when you are called to lead
Your government may thrive in peace