Oluwere

The iroko tree, Wise in the growth Faithful in its development - The seer! Sees good and evil Brings death to those who deserve Showers blessing on those who reckon With Its absolute power. Oluwere Effigies from you are always beautiful Glorious that death envies you Oluwere stands above the envy of others Oluwere Do not strike the erring child with death, yet, Bless generations with unending filth. That gives joy to the swarms of bees! Oluwere Shall we thrive and rejoice? Shall we drink the red milk of grief and be seen as The quantum of solace? The father's loincloth is gone Torn, stolen, we know not of. Yet, the cry of Oluwere hampers the serenity of the forest!