Hero Worshippers Poem by Haruna Garba

So many enterprises everywhere
Many by some indiscernible tricks
With miracles most are dead ducks
Enslaved consumers of some guile
Hoax experts esteemed so blindly
Men mining ministries milking dry

Broken all they do find the lots
Demented folks to leak their boots
Men posing guts gouged in guile
Congregations false hero have built
Hypnotism has done its known job
Sleepers would wake up real dumb
Yet some applause the air will rent
The hero of heroes has been born
Let's for him a great castle build
And bullions he deserves for keeps
Bullions up to his navel for keeps
While them mere applauders of fame
Conscripts to entrepreneurial war

What thou art, so shalt thou abide
Cows to be milked all your lives
Lame flocks at mercy of someone's

Towards the heavenward he points
For in the void, to mislead easiest is Some parchment so often is posed
And most are big suckers for land
Quite so often the tongue or the skin
Nothing like them to give the craze