Village Death
VILLAGE DEATH.
Where are the old men
Lets visit the sacred tree
Offer sacrifices
Pour libations
For the village is perishing
Maybe the old graves are ugly
Or they are angry at us
They are hungry
Its long they saw food on their tables
Tell you mothers sons and daughters
To come for a cleansing ceremony
Ask them to be traditionists
Let them carry the remains im their grandmas huts
Ask the elder fathers of the clan
To get the attires for the event
We are at pain
And wont live among graves
Lets not accuse their culture
But to save the unborn
And the living
Lets embrace the culture
Abide by it
We will all bow down and pray
Cry and pour libations
To get back our lives
To confess and ask for forgiveness
Call back healers from their graves
Witches and soccerers from their wooden coffins
That they give back their knowledge
I know they hate us now
But after confessing
They will save us
Dafina
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