Two - O - One - Six
I heard, foremost; that you were grave,
then heard that you were excellent.
For by some ‘men’ you turned a slave,
who served them everywhere they went.
That you were grave: without remorse.
The foremost griots said loud and trite.
That you were grave and placed a curse,
on every man that tilled and tried -
to make some bread to soothe his cause,
aft when again, our leaders lied.
That you were grave, ‘two’ ‘oh’ ‘one’ ‘six’
devoid (to them) of all things; sweet
For by some ‘men’ you turned a Lord
who struck their backs with whip and rod.
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