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We shall eat cassava for breakfast,
And drink from gourds of coconut cream
We shall dance in the forest naked
With our pockets empty
And our shoulders high
The village died on a Sunday morning
I still recall the spirit of the cemetery
Haunting the air in blind starvation
But now
We do not need a shepherd
To guide our flock across the delta
Our future lives in the heart of children
We are who we are
A people.