Art is Wonderful

This evening, I cried in the dawn of art

Art is Culture

I saw it's strength; the gaze with which it commands men

Art is Beautiful

No? Have you felt the roar of Oke Mmowu?

I love a person, but it is not the boy

It's the spirit of spirits he imposes

I love another, but it is not the girl

It's the Oke Nwanyi she has become

This is why I fear art: I hate to die

But I might smile in the radiance of this beauty as my breath slips away.