Ijero

Poem Title: Ijero
Author: Anish O Cornel

IJERO

Ijero
Mother of the most ancient
And finest sciences borne
May her mortal majest, like the dawn,
The star-studded night, not rent
...
Of extra-natural grace
The festive birth of Ijero
Like the totem-sculpture of a hero
Is held enshackled at the eerie face,
Of heav'n's stead

Her wisdom-weaned tots
Possess diamond and no devil's froths,
But those refusing her godly pedagogy,
Stay fastened to the subterranean paths,
Where mercy is loathed and no granted beggary

Sometimes, her ecclesiastical philosophy,
Doth drive the truth hater
But the quiet-minded do great glory
Oh Ijero!
''(I)n (J)ocund (E)ffulgence, (R)ule (O)verwhelmingly''