Babangida's white elephant
The mammoth of lords
Before the city gate
After the town's skirt
Where no distinct mark is made
He leashed it there for rest
And it ate up our gmelina
Those tender carbon sinks
Awaiting ripening for the lumber's teeth
He brought it for a circus show
It was fed sackfuls of silver
But that place outside Kontagora
Became one more river to cross
And there it sits away from kindred
Cast away of the circus-full durbar
