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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