The Sacrifice

i hear a mirth shout from the tropics of the savannah a shout that assaults the serene ambience i can hear the sound of the drum without ado broke inn with the visible talisman that the leader holds high it is the re birth of the afrocentric heritage the crepuscular lustre has shown up in the sky and soon the darkness will rule with a lilt lullaby they head for the deities shrine yes it is the sacrifice that their credence has it that they'll will and so will their cattle and it is the sacrifice the human blood will count in a myriad they return with an idyllic figure in ineffable silence they march in procession to their roofs in the gloomy nuit you'll think there never exists a life so is,was our heritage will stand they chant ebulliently always