Ogun is not like pound yam,
Do you think you can knead him in your hand
And eat of him until you are satisfied?
Ogun is not lie maize gruel:
Do you think you can drink him
Until the calabash is drained?
Ogun is not something you can carry in one hand:
Do you think you can put him in your cap
And walk away with him?
Ogun kills in the dead of night
And during the heat of the day.
When Ogun wants to kill
He does not care whether it rains or the sun shines
He kills the rat in its hole
The squirrel on the tree
And the eagle in the middle of the sky.
The leopard claws the earth,
Blood cozes from his nostrils,
His eyes stare white towards the sky
When he is hit by Ogun.
The elephant roars like the kakaki trumpet
His trunk threatens to tear the sky
Like an old rag.
But when he is struck by Ogun,
His tree â€“ truck legs snap like broomsticks,
And his weight comes thundering down.
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