By Chudi Okoye
November 25, 2022
Apostle Peter looked upon the lame
Squatted by the gate called Beautiful
Fractured and forlorn, with no name
His arm stretched out seeking alms
And Peter said: Silver or gold, I’ve no stock
But in the name of Jesus, the ever dutiful
Who has your destiny in His palms
Rise up and walk!
Aspirant Peter looked at the huddled masses
Seeing them now without muddled glasses
Fractured and forlorn, much like the lame
Needing aid as leaders play their game
And Peter said: Dollar or Naira, I’ve no stock
I have no shi shi, not any to give
But we can do that by which to live
Let us rise up and move our bulk!
The old party’s primary was his epiphany
To stop palling around with men of infamy
He felt a great vocation newly beckoning
Which he must give the fullest reckoning
Like the great Apostle, his pious eponym
Who had faced down Rome’s great power
And built a temple for Galilee’s Sower
He has erected a citadel of hope
Urging voters and all in scope
To rise up and retake Aso Rock!
