Ọ̀Rọ̀ Àgbà [english] (Word Of The Wise) Poem by Hell 'Farya

For I say unto you -

The pot sniffer once ate meals,
A son and his father,
One racing vehemently,
The latter cares not,
Isn't he merely a caretaker,
If taking is impossible,
Swindling he shall resort to.

Tho running he shan't,
His time he riddled away,
No encouragement is needed,
Above all things he placed feasting,
Forever he said, forever.

For I stood above a bridge,
What I saw my mouth could not tell,
For now I tread forward backwardly,
See the vulture laying like a hawk,
The elders work and some seven bulls,
The hawk shall not rave in hiding,
But this fly with face masked.

In days antecedent,
A man of some thirty four years,
Insisted on walking sideways,
A stumbling block won't but exist,
On fall, left and right was his excuse.