Praise Buhari
For his stoic silence
In face of death
--of civilians
--and soldiers
--and children
Oh,
Praise Buhari
For his shrug of shoulders
When confronted with bloodshed
And looting
And lies
And rising dollar
And fallen livelihoods
Oh.
Praise him now
For another term
And, if history deem him fit,
Another four
And another
And another
What saviour
What prophet
We, the masses,
Upon whom the sands of time smiled
Blessed to behold his second coming
And if we die
And if we perish
And if our children do not live to see their own
To see a nation worth loving
Well,
Praise Buhari anyway