Blessed by the sight of wonder, on a wrong foundation
It becomes only a matter of time
The praises of men may numb its sense of weakness
Only to prepare it for a big woe

Though wisdom walks the streets
It only glances at this mansion with teary eyes
As pride guards its beautiful gates
And quietly cracks the core of its stance

Loud noise of achievements may raise the dust
Aroused by the sweet words of red blooded men
We stand in the brightness of the sun of this day
As we await the fall of a royal house.
                                                                                                               - David Omodunmiju