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The pearl, the pearl! You remind me Of your day-old beauty. You are the jewel Of the old-still ancestral spring Flowing from the river of eons. You are the pride of mother tongue And remain a bride of ancient hand. Ride on, ride on! Your wheels are gold The time in the cloud Your deep was new. You raise the right hand Of my ancestral strength Marking the spectrum-line on my face In tremendous pace. In power of your defense center You point the arrow Of amusement and monument To my history of great wonder. Crossing around the cardinal points Of my great kingdom, In record of my white tooth To my indigo ones, My treasure island is tomorrows outing. In all constitute of nature and man To render you hopeless, I see your breathing face In my children lineage Sing-song of kindred praise. Now changing as waste In the taste of a bin, I feel rough muscles On the face of Aaron. The veins are signs of burning tears. Maintain the face of the moat And not the shadow of ancient-present Lying on the fate of night blindness. Oh Great Benin Kingdom! We sing of your freedom, But please! show us some wisdom Or else the earth may swallow The voice of your unborn tomorrow.
I DEDICATE THIS POEM WITH GREAT HUMILITY, AND IN HONOR OF ALL THE
GREAT OBAS OF THE GREAT BENIN KINGDOM. |
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Asemota Osayande Michael ~ Poem Copyright © April 21, 2005 |
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