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Tuesday 4 August 2020

And we danced not again

At every beat of the gong 

The ekere and oja na ebe
The udu gave the music base
At every heat on the wooden uhe
The villagers gathered in joy
Everyone bent down and danced

But there comes a sudden sound
Not familiar to our ears and dwellings
It pairs the thinning air of the music
Low the villagers halt the beating
Weapons vomiting fire and smoke

And we are now slaves with
Everyday agonies and hopes lost
Never to return to our home
The gods in their fire vomiting weapons
Captured us in our own homes
And we danced not again  


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