Ovonramen N'gbaesi Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Son of Adolor
The home leopard
Invisible being
The dead, yet alive
Voice of ten millions Generals
That command the whole earth
To bow before his feet,
Spirit in human form
Indestructible entity
Roaring Lion that render virgin forest, naked.
Mightiest of the mighiest
To him, nations display loyalty
Burning flame of the sky king

Son of Adolor
Home leopard,
Custodian of traditions
Chosen one of all the ten thousand gods of earth.
Anointed by the almighty
Who in heaven lives.
Ordained in divinity
Famous and influential;
Beyond boundaries
More powerful than earth,
Last man standing!
Who strangled an elephant to death
And have it for lunch
Who alone drink an ocean dried
One who hands are long enough to reach up the sky.
Venerable and accomondating
O' rain that fall in the heart of summer.

Son of Adolor!
The home leopard!
Invisible visible being
Who is here and is there
Whose story create new wounds,
Whose tales, is never old
Is always fresh
And all ears so hungry to hear
Body so handsome,
Waist of countless offspring,
Palms of uncountable money
Whose wealth is earth
A wide chest of strength
Joy to faces.

Son of Adolor!
The home leopard
Who is always prepared
The war that war nook and cranny
Of dark kingdom
The mighty, surrounded by flowers
The indestructible, surrounded by thorns
Father, surrounded by grains
In his worship,
Holy and sacred time
Of communion with greys in beyond
When unarmed for 'twas a holy-sacred day,
Invaded by colourless beings
In arms of destruction,
Whose intention was cupped,
Captured!

Son of Adolor!
Home leopard!
Who tradition let not to display might
For the period was sacred
And in honour of humiliation bounded away.
O' tradition which makes, has mar
And looking behind, the kingdom is desolate.
To far away land, on exile be.
King of kings,
To die or be killed?
Oba kha to kpe ee!
He mixed with the air, water, fire and all things of nature
Ovonramen N'gbaesi
Is everywhere, he is not dead

Son of Adolor!
Home leopard!
Where is he?
How did he excape?
Find him!
From here to there
He is nowhere to be found
But he is everywhere,
To save the shame
The whites whose skin colour never reflect his true heart,
To all did say: he is dead!
Shut up idiot, spirit don't die.
Where was he buried?
Here. There. No, there.
Who will believe?
A spirit died! No way.
Ovonramen N'gbaesi
Son of Adolor!
The home leopard lives
He was never dead!
Oba kha to kpe eee!
Ise!