For sons and daughters of the Baforchu clan
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Why so much sorrow in the oracle`s heart of hearts?
Why do cumulus and nimbus clouds gather momentum?
Why do the hillside palace owls mourn?
Why has the black smoke not fissured out?
Why is our Fon still snoring?
If the young people of the village think tradition is only an art
And thus reduce it to the age-old mbaghalum
Then perhaps they`re living in the shrine room
Ignoring the calls of Maformusong for all to come out
If this goes on, shall we be saved from perishing?
Copyright 2011
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