Olubikin
You were the first
To speak to herbs
And make the ailing cured.
The greatest healer known to all
Like ripples, your fame
Was far spread.
Olubikin! Olubikin!
Heed the elders' call—
Bitter fruits are not sought by bats.
For honey— bees are hunt.
Flamboyant plumage
Will attract hawks.
Success is a curse.
Copyright © Olatunji Ayodeji Abulude | Year Posted 2023
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