THE FARM RITUAL MASQUERADE
Dance in your straw, the harvest is ready As is the barn to meet a wife long gone The village square yearns your wooden face As are the youthful shoulders you ride on The piata brewed, our spirits renewed The drums are wearing new fury faces Women and girls have vacated the town Boys waiting to be men in skin dresses . You have danced the harvest dance, its rain dance Your own piece of the yam is on the hoe Don't be late, farms are hungry, our hoes ache New mouths await thus more new crops to grow #Tee2emm