Forest King

Though I have no voice I could become a singer though I have no voice Soon, very soon the cock will crown I had no voice My soften mind harden my pen In the jungle of the hard hearted capping blacks in black so there path be dark and slippering brandish spear with javelin falls rain In the ways of the mighty So, the testator cog! for the mute shall grow foot to feet but soon go with the cowries I rather leave though not with my name walls shall bear it all Spark my windy tongue The Iroko trees, chaff before the wind as heavy heart spat the axiom off all weak dreaded Indelible it stuck on the wall like wild gum on tree trunks with cyclone clinging neck and crop The tick-hand erected your tower like the withered plant it shall level the mud so shall it be! for the unwilling silent souls have drain the whiteness of your eyes you hadn't no your snail as tasted the forbidden spice Just a little pour from the clouded sky just a little pour Shall sound the trumpet of the tyrant