*Naked songs for Iyen!*
_By: Goodluck Osama Ogbeide_
Farewell is not always well,
We stood by you; yet, you fell.
And death came to trade again,
Without signatory and bargain
This time, smuggling our precious pie
Without considering our tie
Grasped the nettle of Iyen
Considering not his smartness like a wren
Your humble gesture
Was a test of true moisture
Energetic body turned cocoyam leaf
Weak to its roots in grief
It is certain,
Like the funeral curtain
The town-crier cannot play the gong
And dance to his own dingdong
Goodbye, Prince Ehis Iyen