OGUN

So early in the morn
At the wake of dawn
The village still asleep  
The sky just awakened
And suddenly...
The piercing sound of
Yeepa!  
 
The garage boys are out this year  
With their powder and their blue
A cigarette in one hand
A bottle of gin in the other  
Shouting
Yeepa!  
 
The office mister dressed for work
The young barrister clad in white
The optimistic applicants with staunch ties
Got their smiles wiped off their faces  
By the sound of  
Yeepa!  
 
The drivers bath in blue
The butchers in red
The blood of defenceless dogs
Snatched from their owners yard
Men, exhibiting appalling extremities in
Blue
Smoke
Blood
Sweat
Yeepa!  
 
Let's drink to stupor  
Let's take the wheels  
The road is ours
The engine is our god...  
They drove to dungeons  
They drove to death  
Yeepa!  
 
The god of Yeepa,  
I began to muse
Must be a god of wrath
And fury too
Whoever called him the God of iron?  
Methinks he's a god of Discord.