EULOGY TO MAITAMA SULE
What of life had he left untold
His words so plain and effectively bold
Those pieces moved a nation’s heart
His sudden ebb of heat roost in our hearts
No one quest the call of nature
But this soonest came immature
Why wouldn’t my eyes spring of brine
In referral to the lessons in his lines
Of unity, peace, prosperity and love
Eulogies couldn’t convey the lost of dove
This wound would heel with scar
Pray his hopes not be bolt with bar
Much to add but cloud set in my eyes
I must confess bleed cover my eyes
Written by
Muhammad Abdullahi B
DVM III
What of life had he left untold
His words so plain and effectively bold
Those pieces moved a nation’s heart
His sudden ebb of heat roost in our hearts
No one quest the call of nature
But this soonest came immature
Why wouldn’t my eyes spring of brine
In referral to the lessons in his lines
Of unity, peace, prosperity and love
Eulogies couldn’t convey the lost of dove
This wound would heel with scar
Pray his hopes not be bolt with bar
Much to add but cloud set in my eyes
I must confess bleed cover my eyes
Written by
Muhammad Abdullahi B
DVM III
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