ÌYÁ ÀGBÁ
The black cat on a night roof
Gazing preys like a hunting hawk.
The mother of night that gives
You chick and collects fowl.
Ìyá àgbà,
Who flys with her broom
When the mute night is aged.
You dance and dance like òkòtó
With your very dark robes in coven.
Show me not your whip,
Like you flew on your prey roof
Who joined the netherworld
With night skies.
Ìyá àgbà,
Birds in your belly like Joseph robe,
They trip the
Earth four corners in swift
They enter America without Visa.
Èsú,
At market square
I offered thee corban,
Let not my titles be gonged
In the sabbat of your messengers.
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To the mothers of night, the goddess of darkness "witches"
May 23, 2018
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