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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies, allays a regret and loss
So little for so great a heart, 
Take a bow, take a bow.

Liberal lord of limpid looks
Grand philosophy too many for little minds, 
Art of African arts
Impenetrable obscurity to the impatient, 
Take a bow, take a bow.

Entangled genus in the darkest harbor, 
Found in a waste howling wilderness, 
Left to die in the gaols like their many kills, 
And death too weak, spewed him in his flowers
Take a bow, take a bow.

Scrupulous dexterity of the bearded laurel 
Multitudinous nobility and countless soothing saccharine
A restoration of our dignity not celebrated, and un-sung.
Tyrannous candor engulfed intelligential
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obdurate at the palaces of murderers
Smiling at military cavalcades, the terror of comrades.
Where barrels pacify the wrangling of children men.
A beholding bluff like Ogun’s iron garb
Take a bow, take a bow.

Yea, the snow-like signature in scraggy form
Impresses nature’s validity on his authority, 
Corroding flesh lacerate aptness from his brow 
Gyrating orbits of unmatched intelligence
Take a bow, take a bow.




Invisible man from the “kongi” kingdom 
Imposing trepidation on pharaohs in the jungle, 
Brawny penchant where others retire, 
On Lagos streets and London’s courtyard
Take a bow, take a bow.

Nibble in niggle, stripping rogues of honor
Loathing unsavory milk unlike sycophants
Discarding opulence to mediate for the poor
With no reward or crown in intention
Take a bow, take a bow.

Knack for wars with imperious monsters
A constant blustery of unrepentant “Vagabonds”
Dusk till dawn, yearning for Justice.
Crying still, for murdered motherland
Take a bow, take a bow.

And if he dies tomorrow, 
As death to all must come, 
His posture, a statue for ever, 
On our minds and in those rulers of the jungle.
Take a bow, take a bow. 

Dedicated to Prof. Wole Soyinka
Nobel Laurate 1986
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