samedi 19 décembre 2009


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Let us together rise
Let us pull a fast one on the leader
Let me tend the shrine
And you hide his horn
When he comes out for a drink
You will cry out
“My Lord! The gods have decided otherwise
No horn! No drink!”
Then will he die of thirst
And the people will be avenged.

© 2009

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