Victory t'was so called by the Koros
Asokoro sitting at its foot
Nigerians strung at its mercy
Darksome we find its routes
Buried in the dark unlike the 'Elysee'
Laid deep, somewhat a heathen cove
Hidden by enshrined surrounds-
Is this a craft of architects-Paranoid?
I grope 'midst the flowers in your alleys
Wishing to find a scented petal
Not colored in thorny garb
Save from many a stinging jab
None, but the scorn of cactuses tended as roses,
And the deceptive sway that's your leadership's blossom...,
O' t'is just a nocturnal trance
This dream bout your unknown garden...
Hard rock nay varnished throne
With regalia of heavy-metal speakers
Ruling with spews of magma(tic) music
Hard flashing resembling its igneous bark.
The plaguy caves maybe our collective tombs be
If this larval reign unhindered continues.
Cast-off your insidious shell,
Your now deleterious aura,
And the irruptive nuance of your walls?
We all yearn your face to touch
We've earn your feel, us to reach
We should learn your house ,ours call.