Why does the pupa sing?
And the ears of his hearer shrink
Why does the new infant scream
And the ear that hears it scheme
Gold in the eye of fire
Out of Enahoro, rivers of strength
So we have not receive flow of stress
But the redness life of Lumumba shared
The eagle had forgotten not price full blood
Oh thou muscles of horse, cover my vein
Why are lighted candles under the bushel?
And the unlighted erected on the stand
Enough, enough, enough of gold no glitter
Hold it, you illuminating darkness
Why on earth buildings on hill hidden
Can’t you see the voice lamenting?
Why does the will-not have the wanted
And the willing lacks the needed
The will-not the quality, the willing the quantity
When will the will-not will to will
I can hear laments from the immortal bone
When will the freed be free?
And sight restored to the can’t-see
Are the freed to remain bound?
The indignant of the grave suspencing
I can still hear the voice non-stop
Tell me the blind that had lead the blind
And I will tell you the can-see that got lost
Even the blind’s rod can still pave way
Where are they? Wail the voice of the freed.