Darkly dirge

The fizzing sound, laced with agony
Cutting through the eerie night
Deafening shout of "Òró",  
Cried out by the "Kòwe" bird
Filtered through the pinna
The great "Iròko" has fallen!!

Oh, men of charisma
Slayed,  and laid like burnt carcase
Left with soul wandering
Through the open void,  no rest
Men that fought gallantly,  like burnt log
They fell,  never to regain vitality

What is a dragon,  with no fire?
A snake without venom?
And a land,  with no king!!
Conspiracy turns foes to friend
To vanquish the origin of all
A man with no homeland!!!

Death chiseled our bent angles
Fall our heroes,
With their skull shaped,  
By the blunt end of the traitor's blade
And the heart of the young ones,
Struck upon with the pike of ignorance!

What a shame!
Foul mouth protruded from the belly
The hat covered the fleeting eye
After we had to our fill
The fire  of forgetfulness,  beaten the brain
Ancestry is lost!!!!

©Pen of a True Gemini™

Note:
"Òró" --- A shout of grief
"Kòwe" ---- A specie of bird,  said by "Yorubas" to announce death
"Iròko" --- A big tall tree, denoting greatness

★ Do forgive me if my words seem out of line,  I am but a child,  but your criticism and correction will be recognize.

A dark, and a dirge Poem