The Rise And Fall Of Ijaw-Kiri Poem by Ebi Robert

Merriment dies years elapse.
Few months to a call.
there a baneful bandy.
Living-dead foot-notes blaspheming life
and closing days of debt.

Someone bears pains to sleep,
and in wrestling breath smells through fire.
One to two,
there is a discount.

The luminary was supplying beam,
whiskey poised as cigarette.
Forward, toward a mental- body.
Tobacco gabled head, big-men,
to disregard with highness.

Eyes in and face
Clapping physique and shadows.
First light of dun cloud.
and eyes gamboling in sorrow.
A smoke, a flame with soul,

slow, slow their soul.
The noise was everywhere.
Money mongers and mockers mocks
with noise in their nose.
They are pretenders.
.
We were hot in a cool day.
Hour’s ahead fire, great pollution.
The due is done
and turned we are to scares flesh.
Beautiful familiars drained.

Though, a capture of primordial semblance,
treasure polished to knowledge.
The earthly coronated is black to wise
where males are enemies to ground.
and mouths howls in bed- rock.

There was the call of death,
there were hundred mugus hundred
times any: just in a space less edge
Where doom varies.
A den of demons,

for die fastness, there were
morrows of men
Complex with dim radiation.
Rain was a prey of prayers
when bartenders losses oil.

There were numbers of evil-task,
and the least were not spared.
Even the aged was translated
and men accounted to the heeded,
men begot vipers.

Women become men
to hear the ardent music of real men.
With tone and voice
ears opened to nothing
and eggs to soak –sough.

Abomination structured our hearts
when men kissed men
and women died to the shape of their fellows.
Youth drank blood and die
while men worked on their sepulcher.

The wicked are voked to inspire
in the coercion of the forces.
They crumpled forgetting our occupation
to bless their listless.

They were strikers.
They crucified the buccaneers
and burred them in waters
They tried,
They deserve bursary.

But dodge panacea, matt end
and coughing down fruits, I meet.
Dreamers meet darkness flavour,
To blind the bean
and I truly mine.

Ijaw-kiri is fallen.
Merriment dies years pass
with many lots and many wives
without brimstone and fire
but Ijaw-kiri fallen.