Naughty pound foolish summoned a great legend,
On him the hatred were compiled on,
Where detestation of the nation probe a body to blend,
In regardless to his luminary feats' horn.
There Hon. Kayode Soyinka was allegedly accused,
On him the rough investigation caters with,
Which varnish the brill acts of the wrong-accused,
Where a few can't stand his might;
Where detestation glooms up the vitreous rumour intentionally,
In regardless to their well-does ironically.
You erased the legend with your red-eye scorpion's experience,
You marred the glory of the nation with your crocodile tears,
You indicted the federation with your will,
You paved for destruction to vice our hill;
Is city glorious your haven,
When the unmovable vehicle has been driven?
There he yelped in disastrosity on 19th Oct.1986,
When Hon. Kayode Soyinka escaped the death fence,
In his favour as a trustworthy friend.
On it Major Debo Basorun fled in 1989,
When death was sent to killed him,
When facts was unveiled with wine,
A toxicology in the existence of the rim.
Shall we blab the gen?
Shall we divulge the secret?
Shall we unveil corrupt men?
Your foreseen caskets shall reveal the truth!
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