'Pants Down For A Wizard Of Words' Poem by Meshack Dasco

What did you see:
A grey-haired seer?
A time-worn looking grandpa?
A founder of what all 'raws' called cultism?


Wherefore we nag the great for being great
When we beckon the heavenlies to help us great?


Again what did you see?
A poet laureate, with ikonic proof of a genius?
A troubadours, with similitude of an oracle?
An 'Ijegba' educationist, with wit wholly within?


Wherefore do we laud a great man?
For the great begets the great and the young, grey-haired shall be, someday!

Blessed Natal Day, Kongi - Bàbá èwe. Live on
to see God!

*** An eulogy dedicated to WS@80 ***