THE JOYS WE MOURN

Oh Mr. Kutsi, the feeble and fearless learn from thee
The Moons saw you coming and drown themselves in Ages
Our rivals sing and dance, brave words of warriors
Battle and conquer towns and villages
But for your shadow
Quell back into spectacular shells like a tortoise
And plays a servant in thy presence
You dine with your close enemies
Moreover, not one is poisonous in thy presence
Mamba knows you as well as python
For your great adventure and heroic figure
Our Sons and daughters have since remembered you
The name you wrote with your hands has failed to clean
My brother believed you to be a good man
Of all that we have, you blessed
The good and the bad come visiting
To tell you their hearts and the images they have for you
When all of a sudden, they heard you travelling
To that land of ours
Where we are made to lie in groups
In addition, maybe remember the gold and dust awaiting us
You have let my heart sinking for long
My wife your choice
Our families land your possession
The grave we dug our own
Where the great Afadjato I fall from my fate
How kind you are, to exhibit your wickedness
The birds of the skies knew you
The wild animals of the forest cannot wait to brush the dust of your bones
Until I come there
You shall be like an angel and I shall judge you perpetually

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