Agbogungboro

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- September 03, 2017

Agbogungboro

Agbogungboro

You who sleeps on the mat of war

And sits on the throne of revenge

Agbogungboro

You who tames the thunder in your beaker

And hold the wind in your goblet

I have come to summon you

My king has climb the tree of power 

Beyond its leaves

He now says the eagles should clip their wings

And quit their homes in the sky

My king is drunk with the vinegar of pride

He now says lions should pluck their teeth

And shave their claws

That they may starve to death in their dens

My king has worn the ring of oppression

Whose father has the gut to remove it

He now says the fishes should vacate the river

And find shelters in the thicket

Agbogungboro

Should I go back to my castle of pretence

To Endure the flame burning under my skirt?

Will you come with me to the palace of the tyrant

And remind him death is greater after all?

Agbogungboro

Until you come with your remonstrating axe

Let peace be far from to the land

And life from the sea

© Olatuja Oloyede