Dancing With Elusive Ghost

When we celebrate independence That we obtained many moons ago Peace permeates our beings as honey Our hearts jump with joy and hope Like a frog thrown back to its pond And as stars fall for us from the sky We vibrate our waists and shake breasts But with elusive ghost we often dance Year in year out, we clear our throats Ready to enjoy the fruits of our struggle We hold one another and chant chorus But we see empty baskets of dry bones We can see the ghosts of the struggle Lying without decent burial in limbo Vultures flying around them with appetite But we continue dancing with elusive ghost