Trance

Trance

Terem terem

                     Row row row the boat       dolphin? no, no, a big fish

And winds carrying  spirits of demons ………fighting

Fighting against incantations from witchdoctors

                     And curses from Pentecostal pastors who behave like Yehova equals.

Then the cajoling feeling of a snake licking the thigh of Eve

Soft tongue, a great feeling……so soft, who wouldn’t love that?

                        Terem terem.

The jungle

                        the jungle where lion is the king but the bee still stings him

Te lion just shakes off, whirls the tail and runs after the dik dik

                        Like ladies outside 680 chasing the baldhead Italian gambler

The lion chases the dik dik, the lady chases the dick, for meat for money.

At the Weston             at the Weston the manager is drooling over a playing field

                        What a car park, perhaps a swimming pool at the far end

Fuck the poor school kids…play at your balconies or buy a PS

(The manager whistles Bob Marley’s Buffalo Soldier as he notes    some evils on paper)

Fighting on arrival                               fighting for survival

            If you know your history, then you would know, where you are coming from.

Terem terem

                     Row row row the boat       dolphin? no, no, a big fish

And winds carrying  spirits of demons ………fighting

Fighting against incantations from witchdoctors

                     And curses from Pentecostal pastors who behave like Yehova equals.

Then the cajoling feeling of a snake licking the thigh of Eve

Soft tongue, a great feeling……so soft, who wouldn’t love that?

                        Terem terem.