We see him
as a supreme being
Whom we obey
and follow blindly
But it seems
he isn’t what he seems to be
He looks
like a saint to us all
He prays and
appears pious that we wish to be like him preacher
But deep
down, he is a wolf
Whom we all
thought to be our shepherd
He freak us
with his words
As if he is
the most pious in the world
We dance to
his words
He appears
in two faces
Day and
night like the time of the earth
He is a man
who dresses in a white garment
But his mind
so gloomy
He was
blessed with diversity knowledge
Yet he goes
against the knowledge
Maybe Alfa is an Alu-Ifa
He preach in
the day and in the night
Just to make
his pockets rise
They salute
him and call him Alfa
But deeply
in his mind he is Alu-ifa
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