Darted at with myriad of critics
Unperturbed by the scorns
Raucous voices dissuaded him from rising
The pains and salts did he ignore


Picked up his bow again,
He pulled and Whoop!
This time around, the arrow got the bull's eye
And as he stays crowned


The fiddling ones have their spines
Gulp it with a gnawing shiver
But knees to the ground,
The corrupt lords have no choice


Call him whatever
Be it a stale nomad or your usual:
A knackered scatterbrain
In an arrogated seat

His mettle has earned my admiration
With plethora of hope in his administration


Happy birthday to President Muhammad Buhari!