Sing a Song
Son,
let your feet be knowing something
and let your voice be knowing something too.
For the time has come
when rumbling and trembling voices shall cease
so roll your eyes and sway ur lips
with song that are tall and strong.
let it raise the dead to dance
let it mingle,
Oh! let it mingle with a million tongued ligthening clatter
of the drum of mordern time.
Copyright © Uzoma Mbaoma | Year Posted 2005
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