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!
Copyright © Babafemi Yinka Olubodun | Year Posted 2022
|