LOST CROWN

Death! The victory over all
But where art thy sting
You will not eat, yet you snatch
You cut down Iroko
The great tree that once house the birds
The shelter of shelters
The mighty wind stopper
The great obstacle of the flood
Of what use is Iroko to you
Would you make firewood?
Would you warm your house?
Or the cold hands with which you took him
We both know, you are just a spoiler
Now, the shrubs boast as shelters
The wind torment the village
The flood has dug graves
All because you took Iroko
The demise of Ori Ade
The crown lies fallow
The mantle is without power
The voice left the palace, to weep at the grave
Where his body lay
All because you took Iroko
Let the rats play
The cat will come no more,
For death has dealt more