For Whom Shall We Sing? Poem by Wesongah David

Were they not birds in full flight?
Were they not so musical,
But rest they do,
With lots of music in their heads.

For whom shall we sing,
The lullabies of the tender heart?
If they never listened to the tune.
For whom shall we sing,
The serenades of our time,
By the flowing winds,
In the swing of the full loins?

I distanced myself,
And left the kindred souls dead weary,
and while they willed their youths away,
They wished they could sing,
Listen to a tune,
But for whom shall we sing now,
If they all aren't here?
For whom shall we sing?