End of An Era

The clash of the titans The head galloped like an elephant Who knows not that he is finished The river sets its course. Would not be denied its right. Yet a man will stand for nothing. The thinking faculty seems faulty, Even the packaged stories too salty. Who else thinks they are just naughty. The grass that surrounds the iroko tree says it’s haughty. Yet they seem to claim holiness. A new forest seems to be gathering. It looks like mere seedlings. But the pace seems to gather momentum. The grass awaiting its time None knows where the pendulum will be swinging. The old or the new? Hear the beats, the warriors are drumming. An empire about to crumble, The proud soon will be humble Their ideology will wobble and fumble Watch out how they will fall and tumble Alas, we will soon experience a royal rumble The battle in the jungle. Hmmm!! Soon, a crumbling castle. Hope in the air, its Eureka It is here, its clear, it won't be far They will take their share and thank their stars. It is a warfare that will make or mar The old wine, will birth new ones Never to be kept from broad day light. But fresh wines in new jars. Truly end draws near. Written by Kolawole Ogunfowokan