Under the revered Iroko tree, no one in those days joke with the food meant for the gods
Irumole and ebora, just like laches and aquisance with fear of the big God no longer kill for their food
Innocent victims now run helter skelter for un-called babalawo’s unimaginable foods against all odds
Doing all sort of things for the fear of irumole and ebora in all manners beclouded to be good.

Ko ko ko in the house of alaro
Ko ko ko in the house of aresa
Where are the foods meant for the deities?
Ha! Babalawo Wakili, how come you are now the Irumole and Ebora eating fried rice and chicken meant for the gods?

Under the era of Awolowo, Balewa and Azikiwe, the trio shunned their differences for our independence
Irumole and ebora with no longer the fear of the masses in this era now holds political offices
While innocent civilians walk the streets suffering and smiling with God as their Almighty Superintendence
Different political parties, there you find them forming evil caucus to the detriment of the masses.

Ko ko ko in the house of alaro
Ko ko ko in the house of aresa
Where are the minimum wages meant for our workers?
Ha! Politician Wa-Zo-Bia, how come you are now the Irumole and Ebora eating security votes meant for masses protection?

‘My Pastor! My Alfa! Please pray for me as the yolk is too much to bear so your followers cry
Evil Pastors and Alfas becloud their followers draining them dry to sell all they have including their shelter
Clerics preaching only prosperity now enjoy in Jeeps and mansions pretending to care about the masses outcry
Like irumole and ebora they confuse their followers to give all their penny in front of their alter.

Ko ko ko in the house of alaro
Ko ko ko in the house of aresa
Where are the tithes, offerings and zakat meant for our Almighty God’s glory?
Ha! Woli and Alfa eke, how come you are now the Irumole and Ebora eating the masses window smite to build your own elephant projects?

Even you reading or listening to this very poem, how many have you usurped like a cankerworm
You were blessed to be a blessing to others but you turned around eating the less privileged supper
I tell you today, your bitter sweet food of punishment is in the cooler perfectly warm
All I pray is you repent as I drop my poetic pen with all the words getting into you deeper.

Ko ko ko in the house of alaro
Ko ko ko in the house of aresa
Where are the humanitarian services meant to bring the poor and needy off the streets?
Ha! Founders of NGOs, how come you are now the Irumole and Ebora eating foreign grants while you know you do not run free and humanitarian projects?