@olawalium 28 July 2022 more from that month

The Song of the Women of My Land. Like a sculptor chipping away the bits of wood Time chisels away bits of their memory It strips away lyrics of the song of the women of my land Living only a fading tone echoing the song They sang in the forlorn fields About their lives' songs Of how they ploughed the terrain of their landscapes For memories of lyrics lost in the vast void of time In those days when a song beheld their soul And dereliction decapitated the epic of their hoes With a song, they sponged off their anguish To behold their collective pain To celebrate their gains Give lyrics to the tune of their lives Cheat the tyranny of time And commune with the yet unborn To give meaning to an epoch lost in antiquity Dot time strips the lyrics and scares the tune, leaving a dying song