Mee mee, Mee mee, Amen
Mee mee, Mee mee, Amen
Wan ki twa wa mwodo dano, Amen
Oo ki kany wa mwodo lum, Amen
Kyeng poto kany, wan wa goyo tok lalega piny, Obalo lanywa.
Beyond the lonely world of self-pollinated flowers
of asexual reproduction
of green groves behind milking parlors,
Scent of warm dung awakens sleepy noses and drowsy eyes to the Darwinian struggle ahead.
We sing in our silence of the future times of our freedom
Mee mee, Mee mee, Amen
Mee mee, Mee mee, Amen
Wan ki twa wa mwodo dano, Amen
Oo ki kany wa mwodo lum, Amen
Kyeng poto kany, wan wa goyo tok lalega piny, Obalo lanywa.
The roaster crows
The homestead lightens
The morning breeze thickens
And Obalo awakens to the unwritten song of goats and cows chewing cud for breakfast
Mee mee, Mee mee, Amen
Mee mee, Mee mee, Amen
Wan ki twa wa mwodo dano, Amen
Oo ki kany wa mwodo lum, Amen
Kyeng poto kany, wan wa goyo tok lalega piny, Obalo lanywa.
Beyond colonial division of labor in bee societies
the untold fate of homosexual plants
the mental illness of animals eaten by plants,
We match in face of our determination
in pace of stick-welding Obalo to the fields downstream,
Fields of short malnourished grasses whose nutrition we’ve exhausted to become the fat cows Obalo wants us to be.
Today is the last day we cows eat grass with our heads down.
PoetDamar 