Unspoken Words-Tales Of An Iroko

I'm the colour green in my blissful years

I'm of different gender

With same agender

I'm the colour yellow in my waning years 

Am natures goodness

The creator creation

I'm an edifice 

I'm the Treasured Statue sitting right at the village square.

I'm a wonder for my admirers.

I'm the landmark

Thrilled by the wind

Scorned by the rain

Yet I stand

My roots are without  ranges 

My trunks are canopies

For the refuge

In silence i grew

Nurtured by nature

Tortured by creature

While I moaned

They smiled they've won

But I'm the essence of their being

I'm the roof over their head

I'm the morsel in their Stomach 

I'm the idol in their mysteries 

The Mantra in their histories

The hero in their novels.

Gone are the days 

When my fallen branches are honored

Gone are the days 

When my seeds are treasured

My  evolution awaits my extinction 

"NO," says the creators will.

I'm the episode of great sons

My sprouting birthed men

Yet without remorse 

They torse me to the fall

And when i fell 

The ground quiver 

"The iroko has fallen"

My nooks where their sanctuary 

For centuries they worshipped me for the Trinity.

Fed me with wine, blood, and cowries

 

I drank and eat to stupor

I flung my leaves

And branches

They took it for my words

They said

"I Fought their wars without armor

Alongside their warriors."

My bark bruised the warfare of arrows

We sang songs of victories

With gallant men

and fearless women

We combed territories 

Our bravery was without boundaries 

But when they received salvation

They sang songs of redemption 

Left every form of evil divination

And torsed me to the fall

And when i fell 

The ground quiver 

"The iroko has fallen"

I have never spoken

And never will I.

But my wonders 

Shall never retire.