Beautifully he clothes himself,
A god glory he must deserve.
Creatively, the maker made him.
call him a masterpiece when film
He is that perfect handmaid.

A lord of weath he doth not make
An unsmart ruler of the smart.
Father to the ones he unfathered
Master of failed promises
Call him a baron of incompetence.

He is a faithful liar
Wow to the believer of a flier.
All road made but death traps
Mass employment with food crumbs
Call him a creative word artisan

How cruel is his kindness
Foreign trips for medical
Whereas he build world class hospitals.
Patron of far education
With world class schools,
Underneath mango trees at home.

All hail my slave master
Lord of mind games
Evil intentions shrouded in goodwill
How wasteful it is to flock dead horses.