Come lets mourn,
Our father calls us to his side;
Siblings, let us mourn with him
Oluchi, our mother is gone
Have we no tears to shed;
While youths dig and hit,
The red earth; with great pleasure,
As if it is a hobby
Chai! Look how calm she lies,
Oluchi, our mother, is gone
How fast her feets and fists,
Are covered;
Her body and, coffin beside
Her closed eyes are blind with darkness
Oluchi, our mother, is gone
No words from her;
No smile of love,
Every hour, her absence is noiced
For the vacuum she left
O! Oluch our mother is gone
O! Break, break this heart of mine;
Conditions has made change.
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