Whoso desires listen.

Whoso desires listen to the song;

this that shrinks our muscles tiny,

this that salts our every ceremony,

this that faints where we belong?

For so long our yearning's been wrong-

when our usual dance's been declared a felony,

and we reminisce when we were brainy;

and the power of choice was a weapon so strong.

deafening was the echo of our wisdom:

our strength in overcoming attrition,

rising over turbulent waves of tribulation,

but today we brood, resigned like an old broom.

In our prayer, strength from above we seek,

a cake walk be our journey to the peak.

©Bunguswa.