The hailing king is looking submissive
Standing high but rather impressive
Making his promises appearing acoustic
Ah!poetry in the making of an acrostic
To look sweet and fresh as thou an accacia
Only to witness a short inertia
Oh God! why why the hail?
For fresh wine in an old jar they say
As the king made them pay
For what they were never prey,
Grabin and still holding this power race
Even when he says he is ninety eight.
But now the abra-cadabra is going to fail
Cos even Saddam, like Mubutu...sail
In the ocean that makes no mistake
And the bank account will not go for his sake
For even oil nor diamond
Will ever be his patron
Edwin N.Ngome
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