Saturday, November 26, 2016

Poetry: Salutations To The 'Shekere'.


Shekere,

Robed in beaded garment,
Scorns with passion the mourners train.
With its multitudes of joyful strain,
It is forever seeking  but an end to their grating lament;
Go to it, the Music man, go!
Gently rocks its beaded skirt with your fingers throw;
And hear it rumbles aloud with a throbbing - sheke sheke sheke!
An instrument most cherished by the royalty;
An instrument most cherished by the royalty;
Let 'Alake' arises and dance to the beat of Shekere.
An instrument most cherished by the royalty.

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