.....That man was a commander of wars,
Who fought and saved nigeria's walls.
And his name was a roaring dust
To the air.Like of a skilled captain
of football dribbling across the field;
___But now, he's retired and so weak;
Weaker than an old toothless woman.

He's hungry and poor, he feel sick.
Cups of tears drop down his cheeks
Because his pensions were owed.
He lighted his cigar and let out puffs
He look up at the pale sun and smile,
He remember his dexterous varlours
and gave out a demonic laughter again.