Ilorin Poem by Woru Sulyman

The great elephant forest is gone,
A nation of people now call it home.

The once famous sharpening stone still lives,
But only as a monument to the eyes.

The once glorious young empire is cuffed,
Only for colonial governing style to thrive.

Neither North nor South, those were the words,
Only to the queen it was sent.

At ekundayo, Wali rightly voiced; not Yoruba nor Fulani,
We stand firmly as Ilorin.

We stand far taller above a town,
We are a people, being part of no people,
We are a nation, being part of no nation.
Yet, entrenched are many people from many nations.

Yes! Our identity is simple,
We are Ilorin; totally and simply,
And proudly so, we are.