Finally they cut up Iyayi
For ultimate atonement
They caught him on Kogi macadam
Enroute Kano
They cut him up on a mangle of metals
Grime-fingered they poured scarlet libation
To wayward gods seeking atonement
But their gods stand confused
Would you atone with hemlock?
Would light atone darkness?
Whoever caught a spirit in flight?
Whoever sacrificed at a watershed?
This is a sacrifice of damnation
Who arrested Iyayi
The defiant cockerel of a wasted land
They boomed bazooka
He morphed into ncheke
And smiled from their ceiling
They rolled out tanks
And he became a running stream
That slaked our distant hamlets
They put him in prison
And he became amiringara
Progeny of the long snake
They chased and chased
They could not catch Iyayi
The head-yam of our barn
They had to waylay him
On the road to Kano
And cut him up on Kogi macadam
Iyayi, the spirit in flight
Now they finally set you free
To roam our sphere
And impinge their dreams
Now you will sit on the hedges
Of their monstrous-cities
You will rouse their sleep
At the sweetest hour of night
You watered our deserts
But they harvest our collective rains
The gods planted wheat
But they feed us weeds
You gazed them down
We are not mulls you said
And they got mad, they imported
Boots, batons and Kalashnikovs
AS UU stood towering
They grew horns, two devil horns
And they lay eggs too
Like evil chickens they lay black eggs
Black IED eggs for land desecration
Improvised Explosive Delinquents
They harvest our collective rains
Leaving our land patched and denuded
In perpetuity
Now they have cut our voice
They have cut down Iyayi
On the road to Kano
They made a final atonement
On kogi macadam
But their gods stand askance
mortified in bemusement
For a spirit in flight