OLODO IDE



Buordilion 
Omo olodo ide 
In the mist of ingrates 
You are greatest 
Some says 
You are god. 
They say my Lord, 
With their slanderous 
Eyes, 
With their backbiting 
Mouths. 
In the mist of traitors 
You are enthroned, 
Some says 
You are magician 
They say my juju 
With their soothing 
Mouths, 
With their yimustyle 
Noses. 
With their infectious 
Heads 
They node indeed. 


You make them 
Countable as coins. 
You make them 
By calling to serve. 
Show them whot 
And what to do, 
As a citadel of ages. 
The one and only 
Recent polite tips 
In our time. 
A river may flow 
And glow from a source. 
Tributaries may power 
Its flow mighty links 
You make them 
To be counted as coins. 


Akanbi never mind 
They thought evils 
You are never care 
They are devils singers. 
Opt out of the palaces 
And squares rejected them. 
Akanbi is ready 
And already a name, 
In spaces of the models.
They bite their lips 
And starve their bellies. 
After all their comas
Last longer than death. 
If you want to be BAT 
Go back to ask edua. 
Akanbi is unique 
Stop envy him in tracks.

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