My Alma Mater: Creative Minds Foundation

Even as the moon rides by the night

And the sun travels by the day

Your intention to excel never dashes away

And it is forever a great delight

Fair Weather Friend

All things I gave you faithful fan

And set for you a wholly caravan

But you became a stingy lad

Who never wanted to say he had

Songs of the Righteous Man

I was born in hardship

But thanks to God for seeing me through

I was never born great

But achieved greatness full of weight

Dregs of the Society

As the world turns grey and famished

Cordiality has been neglected equally banished

Evil cults have gradually taken over with maturity

With violence to assert their ill-gotten authority

Center of Excellence

The land of divine light bubbling with wealth

The homeland of commerce

The land of integrity

Accepting men of all races and cultures

As School Resumes

Dancing and playing

Has abruptly been stopped

Sorrow, depression now on children’s faces

As a new session begins