To My Living Dead God Poem by Ogunfusika Blessing

He says you are mighty and full of wrath
crowns trembles when you call out,
you derive pleasure in drinking palm wine,
your holy water, as it was called.

When you strike, lion roars,
when you jamboree, our cloud turns to red
when you walk in the dark,
animals run for their lives
because they can't stand the bad luck you bring
when you decide to stay at home,
villagers appease.

He says you are mighty and full of wrath
a great hunter as he used to call you
but as great as you are;
a dove perch on your roof
It spent days on your own soil, singing beautiful songs for the villagers.
no more sacrifice was the doves' song
from its peak, comes fire that no one can extinguish, no one, not even your priests.
you were there while all these were happening
you were humiliated even to death,
yet, your priest says you are still powerful, even in death.