The gray sky dotted
Black bats scream ; Anguish
The leader of ogoni dins today
Black bats beat bands of boom boom
The red fortress resides the Oba
The gray sky abounds
How thou have beaten the soul
Hanging behind their shoulders your malice
Black bats hang around our faculties
Digging into our brains , uprooting so much
Adequate ideas are the intuition
When our mind sees every thing in God
We will have a personality in one substance
They call him the mystic , he was cursed
He was banished to dark realms of panthei
I think they are all right in thinking
No one truely knows truely certainly
All we know are our own ideas be it copy
Be it our very own intuitive journey.
Its a voyage that happens in flashes
Equals can be by not fighting and trampling
We can all pass out doing our own ourselves
Pride will bring so much disorder and evil
Our ways usually go the way of the ego
Our ego is who we are and our personality
In Benin city people watch out for people
When the bat hovers in the gray sky
Minds dwell on other people’s mind
Digging for mysteries in life past
Looking for to tarnish or learn and conquer
The crazy man does not know he is crazy
He thinks he is a stoic or Buddha’s own
He goes about crazily wandering annoyed .
How unjust they are, they don’t see
A bit of madness is in men’s soul really
I would be in the army if Gods willing
The stoics journey has other parts
Enjoyment is part of nature our lives must
Not stoically think we cannot be delighted
Our mothers well thought ness make merry
The bats in ring road are Devine
The mystic ancestry and culture abounds
Gods has lived among these red quarters
Shrines of peoples religion now dubious
Sacrifices potted the juju priest belle
Again I call to Asia
How beautiful is Honk Kong and China
Give me logic and other rational entitlement
The continents name deserve respect
You don’t know but loyalty has been to you
All this while the city’s dwellers do not see
The dotted sky tells of a story of a boy
The boy who walks in thoughts strangeness
Looking upwards telling the bats directions
Praying to be looked upon and Obas reward
Oba is the king, the people were told
Powerfully they rule ibinu dwellers
They roar like lions ; the ancestors quiver
They banish gods out of the land really
They kill anyone who worship wrongly.
