Lagbaja o! It is painful that your demise
Came just like that.
Many wish you had lived longer
For you to enjoy the sour juice
From the fruits of your earthly deeds
The king workers of the land
Wish you had not died
To receive their thanks
For your callousness upon them
The king’s senior citizens you deprived and tongue-lashed
Did not wish death for you
They would want to embrace you
Into the club of the living-deads
How can a man of authority died
Just like ordinary person? The collegeans lamented
They yearn to hear your yappings
As an unconstituted commoner
Adieu – Lagbaja. May Allah look
At the few light patches
On your dark toga and grant you forgiveness

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