Ode To Moremi
Moremi beautiful princess in Ile- Ife.
Moremi beauty is mightier than sword.
Queen of beauty, queen of brawn,queen of brawl.
Irresistable charm that eyes could not ignore.
The rich came for her but Moremi would not.
The royal too but princess would not yield,
Till the day war entered Ile-Ife,
From those that had always conquered them.
Who would stand the war and become a slave?
Only beauty stood the wrath of fierce soldiers,
Arrested their generalissimo with her virginity.
Moremi's beauty is mightier than the brawn.
The warlord saw beauty and threw away his sword:
If this could not be our wife let her be our mistress.
So Moremi became captive in the hands of her prey.
With lust in his heart the warlord granted her a wish:
Make your last speech now there shall be your home.
To the last man standing Moremi spoke in dialect:
Tell our army to attack the brute in a year time.
Moremi was taken away a captive to the brutish land.
There she beacme the warlord's mistress.
Within short time cupid's arrow hit him harder.
In love he revealed their pot of mystic concortion to her:
Behold our ageless might and power,
Whenever we drink from here no one can conquer us.
Then came another day,Ife people attacked the brutish;
The poor love pets were running to their pot,
Pot was broken ,concortion was spilt ,princess was unreached.
But Moremi led them back to Ile-ife with their captives
The captives' heads they made gratitude to their god of war.
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