Oshun Poem by j mike de prudent

.! ! ! Oshun! ! ! .

How The air makes trees it potency
Oshun! you made water your abode
Voice of women as charming as you bestowed
You energized women to fight for decency
Many treasures are in your box
Where you make women unorthodox
Now on as the voice being spoken by women
Bountifully like flow of sea in cardinal
be, rosary of children
There you dwell water in their length
The breast where goddesses suck and hips of their strength
I heard the lion roaring after the hawk's caw
The tree panting as men jaw- jaw
Spirit of water where life is powerful
Helping hand if male thought of you
But then, no
How your maid take to control
As you made their land infertile
Till they acknowledge this was your rile
Oshun the witty source of Olokun
The goddess of immense love
Show I where your wealth are kept
And Let me suck from your treasure breast
Feasts are to you as your place never dry
Passionately as you always wipe the barren cry
And how children are lulled with your mystic lullaby
Oshun shengeshe! The strength of women you are
Their Images you beautify