Ani-ku-la-po

[Henryken1550]

Many may have been written on your name
those sweet parable of praise
you owned all to claim
You’re really uniquely
your being is prestigious
Anikulapo
One man mopol
your songs are for thought
a man that known his race
Pure of faith
He never acted it fake
He knew his being
He played to it
My Hero
He give no sorrows
His songs were genuinely afro inspired
His work were real acrobat
He had many hits
He talked without caution
Moved by his free minded
He gives rational to everyone anxious portioned
He seems not scared
He felt no fear
battlen with a dictator like
His regime been overhyped
Weldon good advocate for people
Fought for those playing hide and seek
Oh ye Hero², when is your cometh
Since you’ve gone, they’ve become pompous
Our soil’s grownup foods, but we felt hungry
I doubt you're still your person
In your days, you know no retre
Your minds filled with convidence
The one in you, is really fearless
Your retre should have won more than less
All felt lost
Anikulapo
How did death cometh out of your pouch
I wish I had your voice
I wish funmilayo was my mom
They need a confidence voice like us
Not others like monster’s, that never felt enoughed
You felts anxious
Knewing your aftermath end funmi’s life
Your sacrificed felt worthless
Those monsters still lived on
Cometh ye Hero, mistakes needs to amend.Anikulapo

Olamidotun (xoxo)