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The burial
we danced and sang from morning till night
we drank our fills with the rhythm of drums
we shook our groin and jerked our hips
we danced this way and we danced that way,
The cry against injustice refusing to fade
the gong beats its testicles refusing to wane
our rage traced out a mamba stance and
the oracle news never comes with nothing bad.
from every side the music screamed
round and round the nuance swirled
right and left the poetry calls
homing on us a song our father sang,
The chain of violence brought tears of agony
And the sign of hunger suppressed our laughter
Yet we danced and sang from morning till night
And drank our fills with the rhythm of drums.
Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu
Written by Omosun Nurudeen Sylvester
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