The Kindah-Tree

Do your hear across the sky And running through the Kinda Grove What no silence can defy The cocoon man in Ancestor's Grove The spirits of Old Town awake And every mortal being Knees like dry calabash shake When the Abeng is blowing I am going to the sacred place Going to trace my heritage Going to the Peace Cave for my face To behold the changing age It was not for this blaring greed This selling of foreign trifles That the ancestors in bushes bleed And spoke peace to ancestors of the rifles So here by this tree where Cudjoe's flesh Embraced the sanctity of earth Here by this ancient place, zeal unmesh My tongue to bite my hurt And tell the Supreme Council truth's way This Kindah-Tree will rope our necks And tear our tongues like cloth away Until we bare us of foreign decks Then shall I dance when the moon shines Then shall I hear te drums and smile Nyame's people in dancing lines Coming to the Kindah Tree, the wild Boar turnig on the roasting stick The hot cane juice frolicking on the mind The culture recovered brick by brick To meet the ancient Kindah Tree design