Behind the scene they cry his woes
Before him they point his foes
Behind him they curse his name
Before him they praise his reign.

In their home he’s brainless Hausa
In the square they hail him master
In the church they pray his death
In his front they pay their debt.

In his file he drops their names
In their toil he acts the mimes
In their death he keeps his smiles
In their joy he raised the scales.

In his visit they bring a crown
As lackeys to crown the clown
In a bid to get a cake piece
That takes their peace and set the pace.

I watch the exasperated pity
Our predicament so ugly
For hunger have left us beggars
Dragging us along in the comedy of errors.