IROKO by Iyiola Oluwatosin D
IROKO by Iyiola Oluwatosin D
The wind waves wide from the west,
Strikes hard from the east,
Makes all trees jubilate in the sky,
And reed bends so high,
No tree could bear the wreck,
Except Iroko- a tall tree with magical tweak,
The centre no longer has a future,
The crown pays the debt of nature,
Yet, another scepter and crown emerged,
So many towns merged,
Iroko-Oluwere; takes-
Heavy baskets full of Kola,
Little libation from the spare cup of Orunmila,
Gallons of palm oil to propitiate the gods,
Spotless lamb to clear the land,
Cowries to silent the fruitless gods.
Iroko fences our kismet,
Proudly taking out from our monument,
Dry our tears if you can,
Make us smile if you can,
Enough of dance around the tree,
Our heart is too heavy to sing your name,
Oh! The wind breaks again,
Heavily that he has the gain,
Iroko could not bear the pain,
Allowing the winds to shrink our vein,
Makes the horror rage so fast,
That we cry for our farm on blast.
Heavy wind rides us like horse,
Alas! Iroko why thou forsaking us?
Pacify this land and chain the shock,
Let’s not break the rock,
Our ache is too much to bear,
Pounding us on a scale of fear.
Hands are weak to carry ammunition,
Legs are frail to struggle with the wind combatant
Yet, Our clans are slain with jubilation,
The mighty face gills with bloodish white,
If this land so reddish,
Who is Iroko not to travel to the traitor’s land?
BY:
*Iyiola Oluwatosin D*
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