The Ikoro came to life with a roar
Dust and silent scream into the air and soar
The sun battles with the moon for a position in the
sky
To watch the blissful movement of a charming sly
Birds of the air, perch and watch in awe
Captivated by the sight, they stare even her foe
She stood tall and firm like a goddess with grace
Beads decorating her bare chest and waist like a
dress
Firm breast poised in an alluring position
Men lust after her like apes without reasoning
She moved, swinging her hips in a seductive manner
Dancing to the rhythm of the Ikoro like a flying
banner
Her feet, a caress to the muffled grass
Filed with thorns and chips of glass.
Dancing and hopping with muffled shrills
With aching face in puzzling smiles.
The Dancer and passerby shrink with terror
A dance for the edification of caged spirits
Mourning the souls that suffered a brutal demise
A dance that cause the land to flinch
From the tears of the dancer as she grimace
Freeing the caged souls to an eternal bliss
And restoring the living with bountiful harvest
Each season, a beautiful maiden is chosen
The family celebrating with tainted horrors of pride
It is a dance that portrays the beauty of a true
African woman.
Chima Precious (Sacred Tess)
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