Just like all hands on deck
So does he keep himself busy with the problem of the people
Ready to help even in the darkest days of the night
With similes on his face as if he has chosen it as a hobby not a job
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Just like an octopus with many hands
All are tied down and still has time for his people
Building the city like an ant hill .. slowly but steady
He never stops
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Just like an iroko in a dessert
With no water to survive on and the hotness of the sun on it
He decides not to shed its leaves
Because of the people under it
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A man created by an immortal
The difference is not in the fine straight face or pointed nose
Neither is it in the nice grown beard
Nor in the fully grown man
But in the golden heart which he leads his people with
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A teacher and a master
He takes delight in inspiring
He's not eaten by his own praises
Neither is he saddned by criticism
Humble to the core of his soul
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WHAT A PERFECT LEADER...

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