Other Selves

We express our joys in sad verses
And when sad days come along,
We are unable to find our voices
We are unable to summon Akpalu‘s songs

You will see us do the dance of warriors
When there’s absolute peace within
And when war times come, we’re full of terror
We’re unable to channel Gemedra from within

You will hear us dole out ancient wisdom
When the judges have yet to sit
And when our kinsmen stir up a storm,
We are unable to find Ʋenya‘s ancient wit

But when you see us in a contemplative mood
Humming deep yet calm tunes for our loves,
Know that the boiling pot has shown all what’s for food
And the still river may harbor a crocodile that starves

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