The traditional ruler,
who, ceremoniously
The soldiers of the calabar culture and religion
Today has given birth to flash
Of a shooting star in the accomplish
A thunders clap,
Even to the dumbfounded
Can see clearly now, how
A man of a high western magic
Knowledge, called professor
In a tussle clash of
Who is obong?
The responsibity of deep root culture
Of the calabar, if we know
Obong is our religion soldier
Just as the pope is the soldier
To the Christ-like white man
And the islami-ic Mecca kingdom is ruled
By a king
A king, who know the law and custom
Of the Arab,
Because they are not wit want men
Who know the tradition rulers rules
Who is obong?
Allowed the horizon man peroxides'
To bleach his senses of reasons
Know not where in his culture
To identify his religion
As a born again or against man
He was told and like a toddler
He believe the door as a brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem