This was the dance of our predecessors
Whose back felt the wrathful kiss of colonization
It was the dance prevalent in Africa
When the gods came in human flesh
Shaku Shaku is a goal
Was a goal
The moment Africa left our skin
The moment she eared those clothed words of deception
Shackles! Shackles! Shackles! !
The spotless description of Africa
When holy water knew our bed
(C)EKWUEME KC
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