It is ancient city
Trench warfare
Her signature trademark
By thy long tail trademark and swashbuckling eyes
No one wherefore dare tameth thy spindles
Thy fiendish gates crashed too easily like whacks
And thou defenders of the yoruboid realm
Thy trenches are full the feast of the boots for thy bowels
Mayest not cease to merry din with wines and porridges.
Adjoining lands hold its plateau in rarest awe ever seen
Her beautiful fortress was impenetrable
Unquenchable invincible and beleaguered sinews
Sorcery her mastery glides and glitters the sky
The warring ices did split with the thunder fit of terrors and agoraphobia.
She butchers adjoining lands with belligerent hoofs
The triumphant realm stood still
Infiltrated her proteges from the Lagelu and oluyole of Ibadan down to iseyin,modakeke,offa and beyond
This firmament of testaments shot beyond the empyrean sky.
And lo the fiends and acolytes frozen from locus of brutes into much vaunted civilised proteges
The swashbuckling eyes blistering gallivant beyond blackamoors'borders
Conquest over insurmountable hills and seemingly impenetrable fortress in the glorious epochs of gold rich mansa Musa king of ufe and Mali of the Timbuktu's stardom
Sent Iberian peninsula down to its goofy kneels
In the inestimable captivity that towered nearly a millennium of conquest
Who were the golden moors in whose ebullient feet the Caucasians stooped to bleed?
Of course the moors from ajilete did and never again did the ebonics lay same eggs in the European pens
Hardly had my lens and eyelid sharpened with internet googles
Did I notice AI's sullen rebuke with the claim"the moors were Berbers and picturesquely not blackamoors
Whereas historical images depicted otherwise.
Were the Berbers ebonoid to refrain the the picto-graphs?
The glorious sun of the Ogbomosho moors sprang from the blues and ricocheted across the board.
Out of the same blues came the wonderful conquest
And shone resplendently beyond the oceans and shores
The beautiful roses hath paced into the wondrous hills
Ogbomosho knighterrants
Cast still over the mast at noon
Tyrannous sloping masts and sordid mists of egregious dipping rows
Chided with yells , screams and blows
And thus spake the bard"the golden stars beneath the golden Sun
Beyond the storm blast blast the storms
Colosus and colors of colossus erupted
In both shadowy mists and vociferous snows,
And the fiends and progenies shuddered At the terrifying masts of windy -willed ship of her fighting cock
O that waded the Babylonian waters of captivity
That roared the golden blast of golden ship
Grew the wondrous cold of weary drifts
And serpentine turfs cast over warring ices and mast-high torpedoes fleeting and floating by as green as emerald for the smothering conquest
Crossing the snowy cold and Iberian frost amidst bootlickers of the snowy cliffs
Did barely send a dismal sheen over the rusticated dip
Warring ices like noises in a swound, cracked,growled and howled over the mountaineering conundrum.
Did not the battle of the Levant came thereafter the domineering awe of the moors ?
With extension the blackamoors did cross Omni continent
Long before Columbus set sail to america,the moor's relatives had found footings there.
The meso Americans of the golden yore not the brash tide of the plunky red Indians.
In the immaculate emigrants through strait of berring see to it down to america and
And yet goofs of historical pointificates hail as western influence.
The world ate the excreta and never did resurrect the damaged psyches.
And that nonlinearity of power vacuum
The helmsman of the storied antecedence
The albatross of antecedence reprisal filled the broken of the cyclical inversions of historical diameters
Colonialism round and round the circus it flew from the south winds
Once half mast of prior ship had lowered
The western winds assumed the renegades
Of the broken circus of counter clockwise swindlers
In the broken mist of storied clouds in their rampaging silhouettes
The Chinese came with compass that unction
Vitiating atrocities round and round the broken circus of millennials
Albatross haunted the mariners hollow
Glimmered through white fog smoke from fiends to thralldom and from thralldom to fiends,
South winds swooped off by hegemony of western winds,
Nature in the sordid creeks of flowing fate,shot the crowbow
With plunky feathers of her drawn bow and ruthless archery.
No coast guards in their coast nor any coast did coast aloof triumphs
In the abrasion of fallen claws and sponge thrown.
A fair mound not benumbed them to take their pie of dissident nature's teasing and fondling of the victorious bough.
Hence the gritty palms rose upon the beautiful torch and glorious sun
Out of the blue sea often spring he from the broken mist
O hails and harks in the forest dawdling snows.
Still Caucasians hid in the mist in the midst of raging south winds
And the cringe of centuries,blew the south wind behind
Where the moors had left storied clouds had forever since lingered
That hellish sting of imperial complacency
Had left them west winds held their golden sways
Over golden nightmares of the storied clouds.
When the fair breezes regained impetus the fair west wind resurfaced and resurrected
The pantheons of glorious herald
With obituaries of the south wind
Had not her goads 🐝 been cast into oblivion
And poured accolades often times synchronously as the white foam flew and fair breezes over west wind grew
Free furrows of west wind burst forth
From the sedate times of monumental obscurity into rapturous times
Adorned by broken shafts of once medley of South winds
As breezes drop,south wind sails drop again
In the immaculate dense,hot copper sky
That barely drizzle with ahoy for the impending caisson of pathetic south winds
The bloody sun at noon grimaced south winds
At the unkempt dirts of the bloody revolts
Hence stuck in the trenches pyrates'benigned blood shed bloodlettings and blood bath
By the arrogating conquest of white winds
Upon those glitters thick fog frozen over mound of benumbed pledges and serfs in the gaol of discord.
How come the south winds barely observe
That upon slimy sea,slimy things did crawl with slimy legs.
The victory like witch's foils across death fire dances
Burnt green , blue and white,south winds gone grey and hazy
Tongues utter drought and famine in the mist of appealing palls
Choked with soot as pleading tongue speechless
Upon smashing lyrics of the bland speeches
There passed her golden time of the squandered epochs
Squirrels of south wind still grope in the dark
Are there any mound whatsoever for a resurgence?
The bard had lamented amusingly
Unless the childhood memoirs of the beautiful city of Ogbomosho
And her storied antecedence in reprisal
Be recalled and scrutinized
The military milk of majestic earth diggings beneath the rocky golden hills of South winds
May perspires in the vanity of this broken circus.
Nor dim nor pale ,unlike in the south winds'glorious excelsior's
Moon struck fruit cakes and loonies
Across the length and breath of golden yoruboid Cosmos
A gaze at the sweltering lash of south winds
Dread of the lounge lizardry foments their lustre if any
Appalling sky with a little speck grew into a mist of hazy clouds
Tis it moved and winced into the unscrupulous form and wist
Unslaked tongues,baked lips dodgings across a veered jeered water sprite sprinkling shadows
And dump and gullible stood throughout gutter hoods
In drought and famine though my household freed ricocheted with stolid nightmares.
As west winds sucked blood beyond blood lettings
