*Na We Dey There*

I can bark at the old dragon

with a soprano tone

I can play with the cubs of evil

I have the venom they possess.

Time uses me as a land mark to tell its old stories.

But I count my age 

In with a ten and some years.

I can play in the dark tunnel

Without a scratch

I can smoke the devils pipe

And sip his soup and be sturdy.

My liver is indeed big

I can dance the dance 

Of the fairies of evil

I can incant 

The enchantments of winze

We've got the power

We are the glass to desires

The leg to attainments

I'm the John Hancock to 

Goldmines

"Na we dey there"

We can pull down the skies

From the mountain top

We can tear apart the red sea

With holy spells

We've gotten what it takes.

But we need what it takes 

To be *WISE*

Have a nice weekend. I love you all.

© Daramola Ebenezer 2017