Must our tottering heels stamp br On clumps of naked thorns br And our tummies br Spiked to souless sacks br br I fear this armpit of life br Death! br br Must our scaint cultured skin br Be fed to safari of wild ants br When we lay dud blabing br Threnody sensed alone by coated ears br br I fear... br My ageless life had seen br Many peers gone alein home br They crafted unaware br br I fear the day br When my street would limp in padlock br For my lost-to-dust sake br And my agbada would lay ironed br Forever br Without my touch br br I fear...