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The Virgin Libation, where are the gods

When our cries travel not again through the sky And the sun shines directly on our barren heads Communal labour to clear filth render to apologies The wise who hear and cautions spoke of no truth And the land could only get itself stuck in innocent souls, Blood lakes in our brains. Sons comfort their mothers in bed A mouth opener that order needs not to be sent We the liberators and cohorts will salute before your holy grounds. We salute before your holy grounds With are heads the same feet as our foot like locusts Our ugly nakedness betray our fathers Our mothers spread no ethics of womanhood The eggs in us have all rotten Not a penny to pay for a single weep Destined cowries reveal no myths. No fear in the presence of our shrines The cemeteries more quiet than it used to Or has there been any a mix of filth? We salute before your holy grounds The living spirits that sustain not the oracles And made our feet very close to the slow- head-nod We bathed not the waters of the ancestral blood And raised lifted lips to the short spirits We the mothers have made the herbs our enemies And have sent mother earth far away to the sea With various discharge of urine and the thick No incantations in these acts We salute before your holy grounds Not even those under lactose have seen The size of breast and bread, But the few that listen Is a pin fallen in the center of Kejetia. How long should we continue to wipe our shame? With our voices mewed pitifully. And our spirits share a common destiny with a rift valley. Come out through another disappointed fellow And drink our tears that flow from the Volta. The mighty flow and the image of our souls Baptize and wipe our souls with this virgin libation We pray you. We salute before your holy grounds The static wine we have hoped to dine Accept our palm wine from our hearts brewed In mercy and in blood We salute before your holy grounds The vultures that birth destined our barren heads And made the rotten and forbidden our best meal We who acknowledged nothing about dignity Are here before you, among you unseen The lands may devour its inhabitants But never under the sun has there been a scenario of an ex-mother. But moments of once upon the time lick our ears Great sanctuary of the mighty sanctuaries Our prayers in bottles we pour Drink till the drinks become drunk And waterfalls sound in our circular smiles.

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