The Struggle of Ohiku
From the ancient to the modern
Our spirit remain stern
We stood tall in the midst of our culture
Not minding the level of torture
Our blood went for it
And our body dumped in the pit
The value of our people must not be undermined
They must not be disvirgined
The moon knows we are not joking
And the sun knows we are not poking
We the Ancestors died many years ago
So that progeny may grow
What holds a great deal of value
Is the struggle of Ohiku
Copyright © Paschal Aroke | Year Posted 2014
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