A thin flesh over sockets…
Lion-hearted soldier ants
Invoked the Lord of the wild
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Knocks of crystals upon rusty pans
Snakes flurry through craggy scapes
Ungerminated seeds disentombed
Twisted hoses direct our blood-sweat
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The kernel is split
Kola drowns the voice
Stifled limbs on drums
We do no' but spit
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Where set night does wed
And insects chirp freedom songs
Amidst the glory of constellation;
Where February winds
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We drifted like automatons
Towards chants of Aluta Continua
In the August drizzle
Like warriors in search of war
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Long before strangers burrowed our earth
To suck out precious black liquid
And drowned the fishes in our waters
Our rivers were flooded with fishermen
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In vain the clouds converge
And sweat beneath our skins remain
Buried tubers denied water
Verdant beings age and rivers die
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The mango tree stands on our land
Shedding luscious fruits that
Belie the reign of hunger
And tears of waste that water the land
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Tonight I enter the forest of words
The moon a lamp unto my naive feet
Like the prophets of old I bear no sword
Just calabash of ink and famished sheet
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