Papa groaned on his wretched deathbed
O! Sick papa, bile was in the tears shed
Why were the ears of the city deaf to our call
O! Poor papa couldn’t afford common panadol
Yet Ebuka and Ndu were in the city bathing champagne
Abandoning papa and I to gasp in the air of pain
After mama's demise, papa sold his heaven and earth
Arranged their destinies like the firewoods in his hearth
Papa's sweat irrigated their academic fields
His fervent prayers and advise were their shields
Just like a giant tree, they grew bigger than the planter
Buying beautiful mansions in Paris, London and Atlanta
While papa and I floated in this leaking hut
Feeling the bites of hunger as cobwebs rent our pots
Papa wrestled the hands of sickness, his death is a pity
Now Ebuka has invited the weights of the city
Ndu purchased gold casket with foreign undertakers
CNN and BBC have arrived, all the movers and shakers
Where were they that hot hour we needed them most
Papa must be cursing them even in his ghost
They have come with a clarion of opulence
To bid Papa farewell with a carnival of condolence
Papa died in the shoes of deliberate neglect
Now Ndu and Ebuka display their flamboyant connect
They cry a river, his casket they are ready to worship
If only the know the topic of the bird's gossip
If only...