The Home Come Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Rise above the sun long sets the cloud,
Cock crew to close the opened door,
For the mummies send forth celebration off our
streets to lay their rest.
So villain you are to wind off our hope.
Our men, Adam curse they magnify,
Women, pot on the lead to fountain.
All it echoes at dawn before the gung,
Our lives potter's house better than Joseph's cave.
Our strength that is above Zeus,
The sustenance that lay our heritage till thy kingdom
comes.
Showcasing the gaze of the virgins and a hope lost
for eunuchs.
The abominable domain for the debtor of my soul.