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The dance is painless by the drum
Not our hearts within their beats
Not even our bodies slide a sum
But makers of the beats keep the beats
Today we dance this way
For tomorrow we know not how
Our females raise the dust their way
The way is just a way that’s it now
At night the owls flip to the beat
Leaves drop from tree like boats
The fire of swagger burns bright the meat
The ordure smells like the urge of a he-goat
Yelling for the first night our joy
Cry for the second night of our victory
Argument for third night our coy
Silence for the fourth night of our lottery
Our children dart about the swept ground
In shorts and bare bodies they joy
For all they hear and love now is the sound
Sound of the night dance of our joy
Good lands of many glories reign
Peace over fears we regain
Life and liveliness thrust like rain
Minds amidst minds meet without bane
But on rising the following day
We hear not the drum, not the beat
We hear no sound of meeting lay
The hope of tomorrow lost in the heat
The sound is gone so is our hope
A new drum is played we cannot dance
The player of the beat says it is civilization
Yet our legs do not fit the beat
Now, our females and our children watch
They force them to dance the dance in pain.