Before you tell every soul we existed
Kindly share the times before we existed.
Our mouths are shut, Elizabeth is gone
Barotse, what's there to show we existed?
Sahara became a monk and went bald
The hairs sigh, who will know we existed?
Lunda calls all her children so does Luba
For only your return will show we existed.
Teller, beat the drums, sing their songs
For how will the spirits know we existed?
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