The great KOWE bird had let out its scream
Let loose announcement; fall of Iroko
Water no more flows, death is the fish's whim
Why aren't you talking IYA ALAGBO?
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Ancient of days
So the philosophers says
He is the way
A driver say
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Why pretend
When you waits for my end
You guise as friend
Inwardly ravenly you tend
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He murdered and the law rest him
He steal, they arrest him
But he lied but none molest him
The law, though partial
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Here you are my troubadour!
Your wind opened the door
With you I begin my poetic traverse
I hope each step will open to me a new verse
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The hate is this life
She's a cruel wife
And though she with me she strife
I got to treat her as rife
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Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing
Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
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Your hand is heavy upon my bones,
Tiredness I bear strength no more.
You grip my marrow;
Feel weak for the morrow.
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My mum told me how love is sweet
And tells tales of how it use to be
But now I've run into it
Oh good Lord! It sweeten me
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That beautiful girl called Mary
From head to toe she is hairy
She covers her mouth
And turn towards south
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Oh my! How time hurries like winged-chariot
Though Seasons last but not long like lifetime
I wish to remain forever young but
Race after this resource seems unending.
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Feather of the poetic winged-chariot,
And to the poetic nation, a patriot.
Excellent pen that inks praises and reproof
On whom honour is due and those who build wrong roof.
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The Great Fall
The great KOWE bird had let out its scream
Let loose announcement; fall of Iroko
Water no more flows, death is the fish's whim
Why aren't you talking IYA ALAGBO?
The great elephant falls in the jungle,
Its snout passes no air, its trunk breathless.
Now that the great Ajanaku crumbles
The calf is vulnerable. Lo, motherless.
She's a brave Moremi-like lioness.
A mother-hen that shields her chicks from the
Claws of the great Awodi's hot fierceness.
But lo, their protector shall no more be.
Behold her workaholic bones, body
It lies lifeless and smiles like she's sleeping.
The motionless body lies soul-lessly.
Ha! Though I bear strength, my heart is weeping.
When Aremu comes home who shall praise him?
Who shall chant the Egba tongue praise of me?
Risiwa, Abiba accepts the whim.
Saheed, Kafaya, Ahmed! Fate must be.
Verily, you have brought pain to our hearts,
You wished it not but destiny had won.
Pray for us to lay on beds and not mats!
Always be with us and never forlorn.