King Ebola
My son he now rules our land.
A great tyrant for a king.
He has made his decrees known;
shake hands with no the other
Lest he grabs and sentences you to death.
this my fathers' fathers' fathers and I did without fear.
Yes we love the dead,
Respect the dead,
Care for the dead
and leave living men suffering.
When I die today, my son,
Yea you can mourn me
but let no man wash me.
Let none lay me in state
clad in expensive clothes
my living form never merited.
If you dare touch my corpse
the king will order for your slaughter.
My son, here are goats
sheep, chicken and cattle
Why swirve obstacles through the wild
hunting monkeys and bats?
Dare eat any,
and our new king will hang you.
There's no need live in fear
Let's pray he's destooled by the whites
as they did to nananom of old
He abolished our culture
But my son.
Was it for good or bad? Answer !
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