The thunder murmurs
And rattles
Like a tattered kite,
It echoes
Like a pendulum.
Linear and curvy waists
Of lighting appear in
The sky.
'Oojo n bo!
Oojo n ro! '
Naked children chorus.
'Gather the clay pots!
Bring the calabashes!
Let us drink
The tears
Of heaven,
For it is like wine
To us.'
Our mothers shout.
'Come, oh come!
Bathe us; purify us! '
'Fill us, our land,
Purify us; bathe us! '
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