The Oracle Lies Not Poem by Kolawole Ajao

As if the angel of God visited me
The winds that blew toward me 're gold
Washing me off all entanglements
Seperating me from all uncertainties
Showing me the way to Oberhausen
Where a three-hearted oracle lives
Which tells us who own the morrow
What it sings is what we dance
In the end Diego Forlan wasn't more illustrious than thou
The oracle lies not.

(For Paul, the oracle which helped reduce tension in us during the Mundial in South Africa.)