Prophecy Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Kerebosh!
Be afraid when tis come:
Black, Red, indigo or any form.
My son, the time will come,
When all seriousness shall be fun.
When the pink shall be white,
And the Black very bright.

I
Kailabo!
Those holding the horn now,
Shall hold it tight. How?
You ask? Yes my son,
The time when hatred shall be born.
Convetousness shall come a twin,
Archetype to greediness to win.
The ladder shall be no more wood,
But Iron then shall be its wood.
The time will come,
When the gentle breeze shall become storm
And wail loudly that hidden shall be unveiled,
And the known be veiled.

II
Maikushba!
Beware, Akanji, of the twilight
That'll succeed the passover:
The blood shall be drank as wine,
And Evil shall with good dine.
The road shall be full of thorn,
For the aggressive shall be born.

III
Oh son, I feel a wave sprouting in me,
The gracious muse feeds me:
But let her keep the spoon now,
Till time at my prophecy bow.

IV
My son, gird these at your heart.
Akanji, the time is not from now far.
Kulushakabo!
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