[Adesewa]

"OH MY EKSU!"
by G. Oscar

Through your garden as I pass by,
Abruptly, my feet shuffle by
And senses call at your muffled voice
So lively and bedlike, calling to kiss
By taking a side walk at your window.
No one, no one, but you EKSU
Mother of all, all well to you.
As your womb never go blur,
Your breasts' milk never go sour,
Of all the Ruthian offsprings you feed.
Prodigality of this yard of yours as
Visible in its blossom across the oceans.
The fruits it bears are like apple,
With their efficacy longing by people
Of all skin across the circling lane.
And the rigidity your children conceive
From your labourers is kept alive,
Moulding them in life as pillars
Like giants amidst the Lilliputians,
To bear the flag of your prestige.
Oh my EKSU! Whatever wood
My chisel with its edge carved,
All to you the colossal reference.
So to all your undershield offsprings.
But it is based on their belief.
@the gr8 pen-holdaz