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| Ayodele Eagles |
I
Feisty bird of flapping feathers
king in the congress of aves:
you are Eagle! Your brawny hips,
your sturdy claws have toured
you round the lunar year
of another blessed age again
so you can soar above the galaxy
above the rain and its rain-bow;
so your voice can re-sound deep down
like echo travelling with fright of freedom.
II
From Ìkirè I stand on the moon
of your birth telling the tale of
your heroic arrival. They say you are crimson
-an ember clad in colour of scarlet
some say black -a coal coated in colour of darkness
but I say no:
your garment is that of green, colour
singing the anthem of liberty and hope
who then says our land has not got a warrior
as intrepid as lion, fighting the course to victory?
