Make This Man Minister Poem by Haruna Garba

I don't know him from Adam
But his features speak south
How come amidst a war so hot
When all sides had lost reasons
And were fighting ethics foregone
Should the man put in words so true

His heart is made of pure diamond
Free of impurities of all sentiments
Sees straight the order of the day
He wouldn't take a winding path
Where hazards and sorrow lurk
With time attainable is every zeal

How come amidst a battle so fierce
When goats were comically capped
Taboos manufactured and framed
Shameless lies and instigations told
How come he disassociated himself?
He is bold the equal scarcely in sight