Gome! Gome! Gome!
chime the hollow metal gong,
at the heaven and earth T-junction,
we settle in throng,
our soulful voice raise long in song,
we chant elegy to our banished freedom!
a bitter chorus sour our divided tongues.
We are the voice of the commoners,
in our soil, we are native sojourners;
snails whose shells crushed by giant feet
at night, we lay sleepy awake,
clothe in neat rag sheets on the streets
pleading with the night
not to shower her gloomy blessings of tornado and storm
our night ritual is to spell cast the horror of the next morning :
leprosy bellied roads accidents,
spark the killer diseases, kidnappers,
'bokos' with 'okos'_thunder stone
when they all come to bath clean
in the gushing stream of our splashed bloods.
are we not the quiet sob that swallows an unspoken word,
an unspoken word that wouldn't have said it all
like the slaughtered throat of a bleeding pen,
dripping blood of children,
women,
even men,
slithered emotions on the surface of a slate;
minds fainting in demanding state.
Freeeeeeedoooooomm!
our voice thunder above all Kilimanjaros,
sparks of tiny line of light axe our gloomy sky
the bottom pot of planet earth shiver in vibration as we cry
when will our thunderous cry
crack our freedom loose
from this rocky yoke of servitude?
The hour is now
we are free freedom fighters smiling at wars,
Archers charging forward on unity horse.
we are liberty cavalry,
our mission is primary
to be head all racial rivalry,
democratic tyranny
public wallet day robbery
polite treachery,
slavery
and every....
banners of freedom tied to our wrists,
we march in protest to free peace
let the white pigeon fleeeeee
our minds soar in glee
breeze of of bliss vooooozzz
as she gently flee free with ease
in our cities: north west south and east.
