Wipes wildly our worthy culture?
A kingdom where bulls mowed like calves,
In zigzag ways, women’s waists wagged,
Sending weak men wild with morality,
Where men valued virtue and vanity
Beyond beauty.
Children chilled at the sound of the family chief,
But now chiefs fear fights with their children
And sacrifice morality.
Leave me weep, my beloved culture.
Isn’t it said that when the house leader sleeps on his tongue,
The calves sleep on the mad in the barn?
Why? Our leaders tear each other like tigers,
Women call virginity villageism,
The palace has become a place for disputes
Instead of discussions and development.
What has become of our cultural values?
Is there anyone bewitching us?
Have we insulted the gods in any way
That we are paying for the evils against them?
Has the stranger stolen away what is ours,
And given us what we don’t know the meaning,
Purpose, proclamations, and providence of?
If only my tears could tear the walls,
My heart could cease to wail
And my mind would cease to race
Over race and religious hypocrisy.
Now I see no hope, and hope not.
« return.