culture poems

Poem: Custodian of Culture (For the Sake of All We Are)

Words real fast flying Off the tree shed en-masse Oro agba ti o se lowuro, await the nightfall It’s nightfall for all these appalls Lost in the wilderness of knowledge True words now dying Gibberish swells beyond the oceans Breed of no value amass Ajee ke lana, death! Today, by the furrow The way now…