ALLEGORY Poem: HERE COMES THE MONARCH, by IFEOLUWA OLUWANIRAN

Applaud the great king of the Ingaria dynasty,
Under whose administration we wept with a smile
And laugh with tears. The one who sold the calabash
In the sacred irunmole’s confinement to the Jesus that
Lives over the sea. Great are you, Oh, King.

Ovations roar like the August rain from the gods,
Not of joy but of tears unwept, joy unachieved,
And life not lived. We celebrate the death of our lives and
Mourn the demise of our way. He wears our Agbada
Under his ironed suit, he kills us with the heat from it.
Great are you, Oh, King.

Sounds of honour might soon turn to rebellion
As we welcome the death of his suit, if only
We can live to liberate ourselves, freedom harbour
Not the sky, nor does it act in pieces,
But in one piece. If, for the last time, we could shout
The commotion of a new dynasty, we could sing
In unison, Great are we, Oh, Ingarians.

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