They swing side to side
Like leaves of palm wine trees
They cede meekly
To the will of alcoholic wind
Your ill perfumed mouth
House of crafty honey bees
Parrots unreliable sounds
Only for the foolish ears
But where are your souls
Those whose trembling toes
dare to fly without wings
Along Sapele streets
They may forget their body
Their souls and spirit wherever
But not their money.
Until you ‘re done
The brief madness remains strong
Ogogoro where are your souls
You have given them to change
Let me sit and watch
The new sharia dance.
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