Ogbazuruobodo

*Ogbazuruobodo*

Obika you’d shame but corona nah
Ogbazuruobodo the tale bearer
Your time is up and now it is
The length and breadth to you are one
Your vending tales that stir but war
Ogbazuruobodo your time is up

Mongering tales like food and drink
Without which all of humanity sink
Like plague indeed I wonder why
Of men of yore and youth and babes
Pitching men against their wives
Ogbazuruobodo your time is up

A little here and a little there
of kings and queens against their own
of endless tales that sound surreal
and kids beyond their fathers run
their mothers cry their fathers act
Ogbazuruobodo your time is up

Your deeds are cruel, you’re base and vile
For you indeed are spitefully mean
Your tongue a whip, your mouth an axe
But how can we contain your spite
Malignant tales that bleed the heart
Ogbazuruobodo your time is up
From east to west from north to south
You sound unsure but tell you must
Okeke’s son his father beat
Adaugo’s man she left for good
All based on tales their proof unknown
Ogbazuruobodo your time is up

A dozen strokes of cain are few
For one so mean and cruel and base
The council wants your head at last
For all you did and plan to do
Alas your day has come at last
Ogbazuruobodo your time is now