From the North-West in mascara
Mr President comes afresh
Calling for renewed trust
Thrusting away his hand
Chanting and shouting
Sai Nigeria
He doles out his promises
To an unbelieving frigid crowd
The press gladly observe
He then descends the podium
Here comes the first wave of stones
And a rain of abuses
A real man in a king's robe
He waves despite the repulse
Showing the greatest of love.
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