It was your day of glory Chief
No one would try to snatch it
If the crowd denotes popularity
Your successors can’t match it
Whatever may be the failings
Which in our system have crept
Never before in farewell bashes
Counsel eulogised and wept
Big Chiefs shall come and go
Experts will dissect and analyse
The way you walked a tightrope
Is being considered very wise
New dreams are being woven
New promises are being made
Do any milords have the guts
To really call a spade a spade?
After the hullabaloo of parting
Scholars may try to make sense
‘We the people’ will go back to toil
For them is there any difference?
