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When our cries travel not again through the sky
And the sun shines directly on our barren heads
Communal labour to clear filth render to apologies
The wise who hear and cautions spoke of no truth
And the land could only get itself stuck in innocent souls,
Blood lakes in our brains. 
Sons comfort their mothers in bed
A mouth opener that order needs not to be sent 
We the liberators and cohorts will salute before your holy grounds.

We salute before your holy grounds
With are heads the same feet as our foot like locusts
 Our ugly nakedness betray our fathers
Our mothers spread no ethics of womanhood
The eggs in us have all rotten
Not a penny to pay for a single weep
Destined cowries reveal no myths.
No fear in the presence of our shrines
The cemeteries more quiet than it used to
Or has there been any a mix of filth?

We salute before your holy grounds
The living spirits that sustain not the oracles
And made our feet very close to the slow- head-nod
We bathed not the waters of the ancestral blood
And raised lifted lips to the short spirits
We the mothers have made the herbs our enemies
And have sent mother earth far away to the sea
With various discharge of urine and the thick
No incantations in these acts

We salute before your holy grounds
Not even those under lactose have seen
The size of breast and bread, But the few that listen
Is a pin fallen in the center of Kejetia.
How long should we continue to wipe our shame?
With our voices mewed pitifully.
And our spirits share a common destiny with a rift valley.
 Come out through another disappointed fellow
 And drink our tears that flow from the Volta.
The mighty flow and the image of our souls
Baptize and wipe our souls with this virgin libation
We pray you.

We salute before your holy grounds
The static wine we have hoped to dine
Accept our palm wine from our hearts brewed
In mercy and in blood

We salute before your holy grounds
The vultures that birth destined our barren heads
And made the rotten and forbidden our best meal
We who acknowledged nothing about dignity
Are here before you, among you unseen
The lands may devour its inhabitants
But never under the sun has there been a scenario
of an ex-mother.
But moments of once upon the time lick our ears
Great sanctuary of the mighty sanctuaries
Our prayers in bottles we pour
Drink till the drinks become drunk
And waterfalls sound in our circular smiles.
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