As a matter of fact
The trees are weeping in aftermath
The sky is blue, stained,
and pregnant
Everything seems to be falling
apart
The tables are upside down
This reined upon us and we
start losing the game
Unto the thorns, we bow
When oblivion we are to the
bones
It started raining
And it rained corps
It rained curse and cause
cop
Women labored as a widow
It was a year of cry-shine
Aderele, let us dance
We have given birth to the
bouncers
Let our ileke show us as Africans
The one who have surpasses
the counterparts
It is a birth ceremony
Spring and flash your teeth
We are dancing off our sorrows
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