The Curfew (Oro) Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Death has ridden-by the palace!
with horse and his hunting arrow,
and dragged the king to no trace
Another king is to be enthroned.

who weep or sing him Lord! Lord!
who's the next to dress him in his deathbed?
To Feed on his heart, drink his blood
Drink it, With the skull of his head?

The dogs are out barking here
Like baby-rabbits having their prayer
the old ones with arms crossed there
The Gome! Gome! of town-crier's heavy metal.

Moving about and about, everywhere
wondrous and loud, it is growing
The death-news has flew to marketsquare,
Theterror to pack every goods and sellings.

And Now, the moon is fading to red
there's still human-killing in my countryside
This time, seven heads is demanded
to make for king a cleansing sacrifice.