The village mourns the loss of a child,
Taken by the spirits to their realm wild,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.
O Eledumare, great Creator divine,
Whose power and wisdom made all things in time,
The sun, the moon, the stars that brightly shine.
Starry night unveils its cosmic symphony,
Celestial bodies waltz in harmony.
Moon's gentle glow, a lullaby for the soul,
Unveiling secrets the universe holds.
In the echoes of forgotten tales,
Africans dance to foreign beats,
Their feet entangled in alien steps,
Their souls swaying to borrowed tunes.