THE CALL

YES! This sad journey is beeping    “END TIME”,

  The seed of 1914 perishing before our eyes,

    This entity is breaking into PIECES,

       While lifeless living beings are nagging and biting their fingers in regrets,

                             A sad song is playing in my radio.

                             A dark cloud is looming above,

                             Will the earth be able to stand its down pour?

                             Now, the thunderstorm is creating panic,

                             Still they are embarking on VOYAGE OF LUNACY,

                        SIGIDI thirsty for a show of shame...

                           As the candle light is burning down.

                              

                          I sense expressive jovial happiness from mockers,                                                                                                                                       

                         I hear ice cracking and yet they are not careful not to drown,

                        These hens of poverty dynasty are not changing their ways.

                        Where hath our brains?

                        For when lions become historians, hunters are no longer heroes;

                                       Only if wishes were horses...

OH! Alafin Abiodun, where hath thy wisdom?

SANGO OLUKOSOoooo! Where hath thy rage?

AMADIOHA! Where thy judgement?

FODIO AL’MUMINI! Where hath thy wisdom?

Look! Look!! Look!!! And see the seed of the penguin growing in your lands.

Good speed and this new moon will have shed a brief but mournful light.
                                                                  -OLOTU JOY

                             I weep for my motherland.ss