Lost Jewel

The cream of the land has been slain And the jewels flushed in the drain Tell it not in Abeokuta Neither publish it in Uromi Lest the Ancestors hear and be dumb Lest the claws of horror glean in their tomb. Listen, you cursed bed of Andalusia! Let there be no gem nor laces Be found draped further upon you. For upon you the jewel was lost. You little wood of Lissa, listen! For being an accomplice to this sin. You have served a million invitation hence, To multitude of feet that shall trudge upon your silence.