And We Danced Not Again

At every beat of the gong The ekere and oja na ebe The udu gave the music base At every heat on the wooden uhe The villagers gathered in joy Everyone bent down and danced But there comes a sudden sound Not familiar to our ears and dwellings It pairs the thinning air of the music Low the villagers halt the beating Weapons vomiting fire and smoke And we are now slaves with Everyday agonies and hopes lost Never to return to our home The gods in their fire vomiting weapons Captured us in our own homes And we danced not again