Cry of the Unborn

A keg of palm wine and cola nuts, To cleanse our land from the plague. Enchant the names of our ancestors, For them to rise for libation. But if you’ve gone to rest, Then rest in peace I pray. And let the spirits do, for I know they hear our voice. Fetch our tears tonight, And cleanse the land I pray. For if we die tonight, we rest in peace I pray. Our tears are wiped by fear, Our sorrows cometh in the morning. We know no peace nor joy, As day and night we cry. Where I am is cold As the one who gives me warmth, Has nowhere to rest. Distress is what she feels, And her pain is how I feel.