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EJIMA

SONGS OF OUR BROTHERS

Autor: Anthony .O. Godwin

2020-09-19 02:04:38

Cause the sun to rise

Sing to the heart that weeps

Cause the moon to fall

Let the heart that weeps sing

They said we are a curse

They said we course the land with curse

But we are like Rehab the harmless dragon

Their ignorance were the cause that cursed the land.

Cause the sun to rise

The blight of ignorance has walloped our mother with curse.

But in our infinite trouble

In our heart melting like the oil from a candle wax

There lies the one, the king, the mother of all mothers

The father of all fathers

Him and him alone took us in

There walked the king of kings

The God of gods

Him and him alone took us in

Shelters us, fed us and clothed us.

There smiled the love of all loves

Saying, I will never leave you nor forsake you

We are Ejima

We cried,

We screeched,

we screamed,

and the God of gods answered.

Cause the sun to rise

The heart that weeps shall sing

The womb that was barren has given birth to the child of promise

Anthony O. Godwin

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