The Beginning Of Our Last Dance Poem by YomiPearl Edward

Ayan, o!
Skillful riddlesmith
On your singing gangan!
Drum it loud!
Drum it sweet!
Courage!
Faith!
Honesty!
Pride!
Our weapons
To chase out these locusts
Feasting on our earth’s fortune
Let the horn blower
Blow out the mucus
From his running nose
For this night
Is the beginning
Of a long night…
In the morning of my life
Mother told me
What is worth doing at all
Is what we do well
This rehearsal
Though tearing our muscles
Is the chronicle
Of our steeping exodus
As we march to ominira!
Awoko!
Songbird on the zuma rock
Tinbulate
This tinbulation
To the man pursued by the masquerade
As man faints, so does the heavenly spirit…
Let Sango know
That we are not helpless
Let Ogun know
That we are fearless
Tonight is the night
We stop running
The night of the beginning
Of our last dance…