Who talks of war in a season of drought
or harvest in Owu city!
wailing weighs the soft heart.
Anlugbua refuses to help.

Onset of civilization!
your glory withers like rose at its sunset,
degenerating and degrading on a dubious day,
like a warrior with no weapon in war time
or vocalist with a sour throat in a festive period
And a farmer lacking hoe in planting season.

Your pride looses like hymen at the first insertion,
and your body shrinks like the Caucasians does.
Silence outshines your existence.

The centre of civilization drowns
like Titanic in the ocean!

© Taiwo Daniel