We Call Out the Drums To Celebrate

my full hunter-starred father with your priesthood seated upon this deep-set chambers of the niger we doff our feathered caps for the ecstasies of your drums - oh, where did mother's raw zeal for the sun-burnt dances come from? we salute the legions of wild-life taken home alive by the naked hands for the voice of lions roared from your inner-most courts while we were called babes – we still remember the ape-skins that told of the valour of the chief huntress the mother of the amazons your history-sung daughters of your stead - for the raw gold-crown upon your head father of the amazons we call out the drums to celebrate! for you who stood spear-to-spear with half-human and half-spirit kings we call out the drums to celebrate! for you who decked your off-springs with diamonds and starry crowns we call out the drums to celebrate!