Bibanke Poem by venessa ambrose

Our heart flows over the river ake
Blackened by its soot
We Play the rhythm of fist
Baptising our infant foot
With loamy earth's yeast

Bibanke
The music of the day's sunny deed
Lives at the beats of a new seed
The head iron of our thrust
Gives symphony to trust
Adura

Bibanke
Eledumare has sent the sun
In the bat's nest
Meekness cloaks like a nun
Relishing my foregoing rest
Tuke tuke

Bibanke
Ile ife birthplace of bliss
Uprising rock to golden trees
magnanimous root forged from ancestral love locked with spirits
Hear the winds.

Bibanke
I hear the wind cry
A muffled psalm
In the deepest starless night
Winding the pipe for a fierce knight
The nuptial samba alm

Bibanke
From infant conception
We held the war against tradition
Defiling pyramids of grey laws
With oceans of iron wars
Cheery history