Isiaka A. Kromah Poet ABC

The Culture Lives

The culture lives

The transfer of traditional song sound like an orchestra
playing a symphony in a ti ton ton tu ti move
I heard a child being lulled with a native song
“Don’t cry o baby your ma la iron soap
Don’t cry o baby your pa la iron soap”
It is a song that kept us all in bed
I missed hearing the lullaby 
This cradle song was used to put us all to sleep 
The culture still lives and it dwells in all of us




Note: Dedicated to every Child that heard the sound of these sweet rhymes.

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Beata Agustin November 1, 2024 at 7:53 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.