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!

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/27/2024 2:08:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.