1.
From the distinct sphere of a clan.
Through a people of common tongue.
At the Creeks of a region.
Stands Oloibiri.
2.
Oloibiri, A People.
Oloibiri, A Town.
A side of the pyramid.
The pyramid calls Ogbia.
3.
An island, yet a clan.
At its banks, mangroves you'll find.
Like every town, Change is inevitable
As the people metamorphosed.
4.
Mostly only swollen by name.
Dejected Still, as always.
Like a cow being milked,
Milked and left without nourishment.
5.
18 years, mean feet, it's not.
An average of 5,000 barrels per day.
You were consciencelessly milked.
Almost lifeless but you stand, still.
6.
Your sons and daughters must have strayed,
Or perhaps, not enlightened enough.
You are still decorated with Bush.
And rural you are.
7.
Oloibiri, where is your glory?
I ask again, where is your glory Oloibiri?
Lying there, seeming lifeless and fruitless.
Where is your Glory Oloibiri?
8.
Oloibiri, my Oloibiri.
Darkness seems to have taken over you.
The sting of poverty roves.
Your children are without shelter.
9.
You are first a spirit before anything else.
You have wings and can fly.
Settle for this not.
Teach your children the right path to take.
10.
Who are you without your children?
What are you without your identity?
How would you fare without your returns?
This is no time to slumber.
11.
Though you've been a baboon.
There is yet time.
Though you cannot be forgotten.
Your worth shouldn't be in name alone.
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