Uba! ! ! ! ! Poem by Olorunleke Olorode

Help! Help! ! Help! ! !
A race in none specific landing
Rolving round like the platnet on the space
In a beautifying rag of a helpless lion
Though roaring but its voice is silent.

Who is in the jungle?
Making a blast as such
That there might be no end.

Oh! i know
They are the workers of our masters
No wonder no one dares touch the anointed
You're better gone in their hands
Than you deleting anyone of them
'Afterall, their agitation is for their right
While slaves dare not try to own a riffle.
They need to 'survive'.

38 were rescued, none was arrested
For their anointed children have 'complied'
As if there's no law governing the society.

Help!
Our land is on the verge of leaving us
While we might be the sacrificial lamb
Self defence does not apply to the annointed
Yet they are laced with the best gadgets.

Sangoooo!
Oooguunn ooo! !
Ooyaaooo! ! !
Sanponna ooo! ! !
Where are you?
Hope you've not left us yet?

Eesu oooo
Do not let these blood sucking palets
Take away your heritage
As our land is ravelled in their quest
While our adobted bastards sabotage our heritage
For the sake of their belly.

Nowhere is a place of refuge
Even the place of faith is a compromise
Should we await the second coming of christ
For our hope to come?
Our hope is lost
And the our land is crying for our loss.

Rest on Uba
Rest on the victors
May our land stop bleeding soon! ! ! !

©️olorunleke olorode