The driver died, the news was seen nationwide
Many questions glided across the shores to the master's bedside
In a foreign haven he occupied for his ailment to subside

The driver died, in a country where things are misapplied
The Master's statements are classified and mostly implied
So shrouded and mostly often denied

The driver died and the nation was dissatisfied
They have been lied to about many dangling issues that have petrified
The uproar inside the nation is hard to be quantified

The driver died, who was accused, to his master, he belied
For documents falsified, in sums of money, so ratified
By the cops, who took him aside around the yuletide

The driver died, they said of prolonged ailment that long abide
As the driver died, many ask, why not take him alongside
Instead of a glorified condolence message to hide
An open secret of why the driver died and is mystified

(c) Munemume Ebitimi Arthur

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