A Welcome From the Soul of the Niger
hail!
he, who sail’d
thro’ those long nights
in the hobs of
niger’s hidden chambers
amongst those weird shades
of the niger;
hail!
he, who came in
with those trophies
from the living-dead
those trophies
of my ancestors
the ancestors of my red earth
the red earth of my forest
the forest of my drum
the drum of my clan
the clan of my birth –
hail!
to the eyes of the forest
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