THE GIANT WITH NO MIGHT
There is much ado to the sun
That shines at times just to burn.
Then Leaves the human skin with no fun,
But to cry of mother nature's pun.

There is much ado to the giant.
Whose deed is just that of an ant,
That shouts like its in a meaningless rant,
As caused by the bite of d ant in his pant.

There is also much ado to the moon.
That appears briefly and goes too soon.
Like a heap of cash-filled rice on a spoon,
Into the stomach of the elite goon.

There is So much ado to a dame,
Who really has no recordable game.
Whose game none can really blame,
'Cos her so-called fame is attached to a name.

There is a lot of ado to the giant Nigeria.
When all her children are living in fear.
And its children her economy cannot rear.
This giant's sun shines only at night.
The sign of a looming giant with no might.