A War with the gods Our ancestors are fast and far asleep. Their snores echoes through the heavens As they can't hear the hubbub of the world they're meant to guard. The human world has become the jungle, Where Rodents became wild. We lest afraid of rats above lions. Our world has been doomed Our fleshes are served in feast By the beast that have us killed. The Yewa river is no more drinkable For the maternal. In our world, Thunders impersonate the rainbows. The sage no longer foresee Like Orunmila All they see now is the noun Placed on the loins of a sultry lass. Èṣù crossed our paths So many believed As he announced the dethronment of Olódùmarè This is a taboo on us, The world is left with no gratitude As we are all left in failing aptitudes. Our pains are worn like togs of war Darkness upsurge the light of Obatala We need st...