Okpu-achi
In the tiny city of london
The land of trading soujourners
Neighours to female husbands
And dancing warriors
You stand on your throne
At the town centre

Okpu-Achi
Like a baby to mama's nipple
Kindred suck from your roots
Even the far-travelled son
Lost in the city's belly
May but find his way home
To you. To rest

Okpu-Achi
Your shoulders rest the eagle
Your fingers caress the heavens
In recesses of your shade
Old flames kiss and play
Leaving twigs of love nests
Built under your bosom.

You stand tall, unbent
But for how long?
Would you tarry this great flood
Of the Ishimokoto river
That deafens the rantings of Ikoro
How long, before Abriba falls?
Okpu-Achi