In Isarun land, so far away, Hid a timeless orifice, A hole so stygian, inside like the night, A tunnel, ensconced in granite, Air so light, its heart, without life, Temperatures at 40deg Fahrenheit, In past times, gave life, its shelter, 11,200 B.C; a home for Yoruba man, So old, far older than Oduduwa, Alack!Liars…