Shango... - Poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
When the head of worrior
Was called the axes
Most be striked.
Crack and rumble, flash and flicker,
When thousand heart lay low in the night
Pat and pitter storm and fury might
And power rain in the midnight.
Make the heart-beat run fatter.
When the god of war
Is decorated with the light of sun and star,
His dancing and swirling out of touch,
He take the glory of thunder.
His voice breaks the cedars
His voice flashes forth flame of fire.
The son of that giant woman jord
The third king great oyo empire.
When i hear your voice
The hatred and fear come carry me away
I will aby your rules
Because you punish the terrior.
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