African kids recite poetry

To the flow of a drum 

They throw words like spears 

To honour their culture with a side of a dance 

They evoke the ancestors with voices that echo through the jungle 

Animals have no choice but to bow down to the conquers of jungle 

African kids recite poetry to rejoice before the gods 

They become poems that speaks to the dead 

Their aura bring forth forest birds to lead them to the narrow light in the darkness 

They sleep to the sound of a lion's roar 

Fearless of the beast near their hut