AJASORO

          AJASORO
Here her lioness is known,

With such a beauty;
Flowing like a flourishing water,
Holding every sight back to behold;
Creatively gifted to her, Offa.
Beautiful princess that creator offered.
Her comeliness drummed for men to dance;
The egg in her globe smiled; every eye bounce.
e lion is known,

With such a beauty;
Flowing like flourishing water,
Holding every sight back to behold;
Creatively gifted to her, Offa;
Beautiful princess that creator offered.
Her comeliness drummed for men to dance;
The eggs in her globe smiled; every eye bounce.


Strange land she came to sojourn;
Home from home her mind settled like home.
Who could say such damsel would be fearless!
Patriotism that vomited braveness forlorn.

Noise of war everywhere;
Blood was crying to cry no more;
In chains they forced to squeeze,
Moving like ardent prisoners to slavery.
Cry and tears crawling down the socket to aid.
Nothing to comfort than the solace tears.
Marauders raided her land to fright.
Ile Ife thy dignity is running out like lamp light;
This she coughed, to wear glory on her like garment.
What no rock could offered did her sand did though with torment!

Pavement to the home, Esimirin;
Beauty met beauty, cry handcuffed cry;
Weeping, no eye could hold, flowing to form Atlantic.
Ignominy befriend the ancestral home!
Ajasoro sorrowed to knee behind the quite river;
Obedience in bow, fraying her princess hood;
Humility dated respect to moses her people damned loss.

No mouth could ear, or nose could talk none could the eye speak, oranmiyan, lucky you are!
In her heart she buried the love of her people;
Fearless to fight the bees to heal the illness of her castle!
Selfless she pledged to wed the ocean; if liberty lies there.
Ready was her anus to sit on hell to fire every oppressor.

The queen softly put her hands to chain,
Where the treasure lies the digger must dig.
Unguarded guide, chief in command, putting his sight to roll on her; beautiful Ajasoro!
The bride he crowned her, the treasure she swallowed;
On her land she vomited the secret they hallowed.

Oluorogbo think not your mother was a witch! Isaac chum.
Her people she loved above all things; her life of no exception.
Like before they held, Igbo, gallantly entering the home of homes;

Powerless power they hunted to dread the valours;
Living dead they were to be broomed like stubborn flies.

Glory restored like pillar;
Welcome the unwelcomed visitor.
Her unbroken love still voice in the grave of braves!
Die not Moremi;
Live on the soul of the brave.
Dead but live!