The merriment is finished,
many toes that walked here, are gone.
The anthill festival is destroyed,
crumbled by the hands of the Chiefs, the patriachs.
No god should go into oblivion,
yes! but that is a god that does not discriminate.
Our Chiefs wanted only a male on the throne,
and now, there is no male virgin to ascend the seat.
Mysogynists here and there,
feminists there and here,
nothing like Africans loving one another,
we are the original image molded on the 7th.
No man or woman is destined to rule forever,
not even the ones with the bloodline of Annunaki,
or those from the world of Orion will rule mortality forever,
but with love and perseverance shall we be free from our demons.