When you begin to kick the ribs
With your battering boots
Pounding your victim with thuds
Louder than the echoes of a mother drum,
Sis-Eko decorum flees like a
Smart demon from the carcass of a
Leaving her exposed, better.
Handkerchief wearing the colour
Of the meat of coconut
And lent strength by those large
Crowd of painted bones
Cannot barricade your path.
"Exkez mee" bids you farewell,
Awaiting your return.