john chizoba vincent
Who Is Afraid Of Wurola? - Poem by john chizoba vincent
WHO IS AFRAID OF WUROLA?
Who is afraid of wurola?
The mountainous beast of iloba
The land Of the creeping giants
Wurola, who stitches his heart with blood
In the bettle field where the breeze
Announces the deeds of the giants
Wurola, Whose Mighty hands slay thousand
At a sight in the battle field of yester years
Who could challenge his authority?
He. Once flapped his tender Wings
To embrace the spirit of sango
He is the worrior who played with
human skull and danced with the queen
In present of the king who killed his family
Are you afraid of him?
Who is afraid of him?
I am not afraid of him like them there
He was once my Schoolmate
In themorning of yesterday when
We Wore khaki treading down
The street like children of the gods
I can make him swing twice
I Can knock him off balance
And Remove that crown of worrior
On his small head
I know his weak point better
Who is afraid of wurola the worrior
I am not even moved by his presences
Even though he taller than me.
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