I vain you call

Orisa to war against me

I am death towering

Taller by your charms

I am the vexed supreme

Sucking joy and pain

Into my muggy recess to

Reduce terrestrial ardor to

Pomp of husks

The king stoops by me

Dare you clean on him?

Dare you scrabble for wasteful?

Worn rags of the king?

You stop too soon

To wag and will at the king’s estate

Wayfarer care else I’ll de-course your discourse

Forget I am the crested

Breaker of schemes

Wisdom walks in icy steps

And points caution to

Flat palms in infamy

I am the ready detonator

(For late Dr. Samson Bamidele Olupitan)