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.
Copyright © Isiaka A. Kromah | Year Posted 2021
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