Dice Africa

Honor is one and sided Holy books only read in public Women of this tablet for joints Young men woo at their blues Empty bottles filling the salons Daughters of doom dance the floor Mosquitoes now trace treat the sick Religious cups now on warlock heads Black insects merge the whites Children set to oppose the elderly Fires win races for peace Complete massacre drops a smile Heroes grave for the sake of right But no count rises broken glasses Such souls rest to live in us The true staunch nationalists And now is the only clap