OLODO IDE
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.
