My signature tune
Will make you stomp your feet
Maybe
Like my ancestors
Stomped theirs
Around the fire
Marrying
The last rays of the sun
With the first rays in the morning
Chasing away
The winter cold
Before the colonisers came
And made us scramble and flee
Hundreds of years passed
And I can sing my song freely
Jumbled the words
But never
The stomp of my feet
Failing
My signature tune
Will make you bob your head
Maybe
Like my ancestors
Moved theirs
Around the temples
Marrying
The first mists of the evening
With the last mists of the morning
Before the colonists came
And made some of them leave freedom for hard labour
Decades passed
And I can sing my song freely
Messy the voice
But never
The rhythm of my soul
Failing
My signature tune
Will make you move with love
Maybe
Like you always have
Jigging along
In every place
Marrying
Night and day
Every season
Before life became a strain
Each day goes along
I can sing my song freely
Mixed-up ideas
But never
In seeking pleasure
Failing
By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, triggered by a documentary about
the old Mills and Boons which is alive and kicking! 2012-05-01.
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