Ekene C.O.Atusiubah
Hush!
Save now your breath of rancour
Let my harvest be in silence
Gird thy armour with fire
Give charge to Cerberus
Thy scroll have i lain before me
This throne shaketh for thy deeds
My foe have thy supped with
Error have thou etched within
To assunder, now, this marriage be
To shambles and dust i send thee forth
Hush!
Your dividends gained much of slime
And your strokes in mire is high heaves
See your shoulders, the blades are bound
And thy peaks run with stale soup
Men in thee have smoked in slime
Now in chains and shackles cry
Thy abyss of hell
Now covered i with stones
That the bee sting not for honey again
Hush! Hush!! Hush!!