ABIOLA:HIS HEROIC TENETS

Seemed simple from craddle
Poor lad indeed!
From poor roots: sprung
But his rise;so amazing
Every rose of the summer:
His pink surpased
And from blue to brown he blended
All bonds and bindings;belittled:
By his brilliant biddings
Courageously, he combed
For colours in all corners
From our Land and across:
Every gold and glory he gathered
In flight:
The greatest eagle he humbled
With the Sun, he competed
His colours matched rainbow
And the Sun,he rivalled;
In his fine free season
Land and Sky; his posture conqured

Mortals chose mow
For this giant,in his prime
His peers chose to parley:
With this giant,then caged
Judas is most holy
When these bethrayers're compared
Friends;foes,ferried:
Robes and rags rallied;
For the freedom he favoured
Unchaste,the conditions:
Bashorun.the hero in you declined
Laid on bier;
A minute before dawn
Sky and ocean seemed met
Freedom lovers;so bitterly,wept

No!:
For all applause and glories he gathered
While he gazed in Kingdoms
Those ungathered're now gathered
From his lay;six feet below
In death;
His heart is drumming
M.K.O, your tenets; so dearly:
Will forever jingle.

Nice one, I bet Chief M.k go dey grin for grave now, may his soul rest in perfect Peace