`Amotekun`
Everywhere is falling apart, And the world rotating relentlessly, Turning its axis of good will and evil, Up and down it goes.
Whether fallen or standstill, And sound of so many unborn crying, And unrest Boulevard of bones, With ghosts forces manipulating the earth.
Alagbara`, the canopy of ife`, The amotekun` of yoruba land, Fresh grasses of high flames, You are the one who held the world with a finger.
Whether there's cry in the south, Or the Coldplay of dead tears in the north, Or secrets ones hidden under iroko trees, Amotekun ` I know you see beyond mortal men.
Only you can purify the stained soil, Stains of so many red years ago, If it is not so, why half of a yellow appeared? And they watched the full video, And a man short trouser became longer than necessary, But He's coming back wipe every tears, that is second video.

-Warri Stanley Ipoetry (c) 2019 Poet:+2348122934571