A plea to ogun I I I
Can there be a love
Which does not makes demand on its Object?
Suddenly, Ogun let go off me
Being abandoned in my tutulage
Ogun has stopped threatening
What must be keeping ogun occupied?
Is my blood bitter to gulp?
Has my flesh become rotten?
Is suffering and hardship
Imposed in response to ogun request?
Not knowing ogun has driffted its attention
Ogun chooss to stay with another priest
Expecting satisfaction in return
Ogun requested for the blood of a lanb
Which she was denied of
I wondered seeing ogun
Returning back to her old tutulage
Fear built a home in me
Is she back to have a taste of my blood?
Which I am not willing to offer
Ogun came requesting for Sacrifice
Ogun requested for water
Which I am not willing to offer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem