Agba Ika; The Friendly Ones Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Agba Ika; The Friendly Ones

Ibujoko awon agbagba meta,
Ni oju ibo lori ta meta.
Kun fun eje ati owo ibi,
Ti a na si awon olodi.
Iba se pe a ti mo,
A ki i ba ti fowo kan emo.
Emo awon iya agba,
Ti won ta po si awon aso ala.
Emi koma ri ere kan ni be e,
Ka fi ori omode se obe.
But the wickedness that tarries in those heart,
Consider not the tears on our eyes.
Se o wa ye ka maa ni ara wa lara ni?
Tell me, for to be wicked, i see no reason.
C: 2017

Agba  Ika; The Friendly Ones
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life,wickedness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is written in Nigerian language(yoruba language) . It entails that to be wicked is not a ticket to luxury. It emphasize on three old wicked ones whose food was to maltreat humans and make them their meals
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