If Aso is a rock, there is a valley beneath
Dungeon of lost souls fallen from the crest
Men’s face clearly buried in the cleavage of its clefts
Men who sucked the suavity off her
Decrepit breast
Men who led an’ whose heirs won’t be fed

If Aso is a rock, men’s brains lie within its kloof
Who’s books it is to loot, food for hungry fools
Men on high horses, stepping on souls with its hoofs
Men who led without the fitting tools

If Aso is a rock, there is coven somewhere there
Where witches and wizards feast on masses’ flesh
Where incantations arise to make men fear
Where their role’s only to tear an’ not repair

If Aso is a Rock, let’s pray to the Lord,
To save us from its tenants’ claws,
Let them who dwell on top prepare for God’s wrath,
For beneath the rock all men rot

Written by: Owoicho Apochi Nelson
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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