Akanmu Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Eroju ole ekomu,
Eroju ole ekomu,
Omoyin kosagbafo onkasowale,
Eroju ole ekomu.

This in astonishment
My spirit wane,
Of the drum that echoes from afar,
With no dancer that its sound be in vain.

In soundness of mind
My heart focuses on Akanmu,
The elderly son of Ojewale,
Whose birth, our common enemies never prefer,

In their claims do Ojewale household
Rejoices at liberty,
Suffering in wealth do they
Celebrate their Passover.

Will I be right to purge out
The name Akanmu?
For the awesome things he is doing
To make our purse empty,

Like the Executives and the Legislators
Of a country that sit on a tower,
That in ghanamustgo and agbada
Its wealth is enveloped to the slave Master.

Yet Oyenusi in their hands knows no peace
Until he's brought down,
And every back that is turn against them
Is the enemy of democracy.

Oponu nparare oni oun pa olowo oun.
But the instinct of our men is enclose to this,
that before the end of four years
They come to appease our gluttons.

At the end, the next generations die from its disease.
My great friend Akanmu,
When will your soul gain its liberty
From the light fingering of yours?

That all will be assure of your innocence
In the time of doubt and discrepancy.
This do not start big but from little things.
He who much is given, much is expected!