Atioro, ever busy bird
Stop flying a little
Rest a while
Your flight is good
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I am a civil servant
That's not my real name
I am a baptised civil servant
This name puts bread on my table
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Doused conflagration delivers ashes.
A harvested plantain tree
Gives breathing space for suckers to thrive.
The transition of a great monarch
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Massive and wild ostriches
Pervade our land
These birds are flightless
Yet they are swift beings
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Let's celebrate our children
They are our inestimable garments
That wraps us when we are old
Let's rejoice with the young ones
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Its available all through
Yet its not enough
As its hands tick away
We crave for more
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I now know why
There's season for everything
I now know why green vegetation
Suddenly turned yellow and withered
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O se pataki
O si je pataki
Ile eko dara pupo
E je kaa k'oju
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There is a music within me
No one hears it but me
No back-up soloist but me
It is neither sang by a physical vocalist
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How did we get here?
I wonder why we are here
From the place of glory
We are suddenly lowered into gory
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