In The End

Orunmila

You saw them come, watched them go
The sacred hearts, and the sands of the east and the chosen souls
Once Sango, now no more,
We found new altars down which all a brother's  blood can flow

So when anybody asks, We say no,
This delirium's everywhere we go,
We built across the bridge home,
Deny those who were once known
So when they speak of Orunmila, We say No!

Though we dance, as we once danced,
We no more trouble the truth or the spirits within the trance.
Soon Oshun's a dusty rune
Where every griot tale dries up like a Sahara dune

When they speak of Orunmila, We say No!
When they speak of the ancestors we say No!
When they spaek of the story, WE say No!
Orunmila We say No!
Oduduwa
Sango, Osun, Obatala