Mama Told Tales.
To fathom the lies in the lullabies
mama sing is understandable, but,
The lies that walks on the street, those that lie
in the pages of books, the lies that sniff's
and the oral ones; can we but fathom?
The one that walks is a cock and bull tale,
The one that lies through books is true mirage,
The one that our nose's sniff 's far to the head,
The oral one is true; it was passed through;
Mama's ugly rhyme is to ease the wail–
Maybe she doesn't want her nipple soft,
Maybe they want us to fight for their right.
Maybe they want our hands to touch heaven,
Maybe fables in the pages are true;
Maybe the one that walks is what we speak,
But we walk like a wheel with a grey crown;
And we have grey hairs like Daniel today,
And our hands strive to touch the roofs, but no,
Maybe we can't fight for them, for their lies;
But mama told tales, that spirits still live.
She said spirit lives in river Ose
Kurunmi isn't dead, he's now a fire,
His regalia if stol'n will make one blind,
But my ear skipped when she said "fear to fear",
But Mama told tales, that spirits still lives.
"words from the innocent mind"