ORÍ (HEAD) – BY OLOLADE AKINLABI (OLOLADEX)


Orí ooooooooo!
Worship not the silent deities,
Onto our necks is a sacred shrine,
Orí oooooooooo!
Trouble days are for the charms,
Every appearance of the dark light
Orí takes a standing salutation by men.


Orí oooooooooo!
Upon His call we worship
And His directives we decipher,
Hence, our fates are left to tell,
Orí, be not in malice with my fate.


Orí ooooooo!
From whose directives 
We pick meats from dish,
Be it bitterly sugary...
Only the doom heads could say.


Orí oooooo!
Sleep not when successful wind blow;
But into hidden place throw me 
When the days are dark 
And when the road is hungry for blood.


OLOLADE AKINLABI (OLOLADEX)
© 2017

  

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