Songs
Songs of our land,
Songs of our fathers,
Sung when our fathers won their battles,
Sung when they crossed mysterious rivers,
Sung when they arrived home.
Songs of our land,
Songs of our mothers,
Sung when they awaited our fathers,
Sung when they chased away malevolent spirits,
Sung to welcome our fathers from the battlefield.
Songs of our land,
Sung by the children,
Sung when they held the swords of their fathers,
Sung as they stubbornly pressed onward,
Sung went into tears for only a few returned,
Sung when they were received with sorrow.
Songs of our land,
Sung by the sages,
Sung when they foretold the impending storm,
Sung when they saw through the night.
Songs of our land,
Sung to mourn the dead,
Sung to honour the fallen warriors,
Sung when the Iroko tree fell,
Sung when those it sheltered stood in bitterness of soul.
March 3, 2025.
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