Ogun Poem by Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa

Twenty less of tyrant rule,
wars of woe for redemption,
the river is seized by bubbling blood,
charms for the mind, tears by the mine.

Inheritance of embers, waiting the flame,
pounds to hands of scorched memory,
gods are helpless when men unite,
its long, sorrows fade, the pain remains.

Its proper then that lions hunt men,
he stabbed peace, take turmoil too,
sweat and blood of invincible deads,
drug my soul with strives and glue.

Twenty wars in sweat may not fit,
river of blood may not drug either,
gods help if men pound charms,
inheritance improper may fix on hand sweats.