Majordomo Poem by Haruna Garba

Diamond hearted, bloodhound,
Such beastly big vicious core!
The creed is only but a front,
Not all the dressing for the salad
A smokescreen you could call it
Diamond hearted, bloodhound
Diamond motive but screened

Cardsharp traitor breaching off
Diamond heart has turned granite
Great soft tongue to mayhem calls
Careless of all those sacred souls

Treasury guards turn the wheels
Gold is no object so sweet to ears
Our creed must gain good ground

Oversea traitors sitting pretty
Creeds exported across seas
Let the youths grow treacherous
Be miners just for each a dime
And the cunning Mogul selling fine