My Father || Israel Wale
My father, my father, my father!
The one for power will go farther.
He has been to Rome
Also he built a home.
Age not a barrier his slogan
From grassroots to every organ.
When I his son craves powers:
“You’re the leader of tomorrow,” he showers.
With zeal I await tomorrow
It’s almost here, why should I sorrow?
Now, experience I garner and cleave
For soon father will take his leave.
“Tomorrow finally here” I try to complain
Alas the old man has staged a new campaign!