THE PLAY

Today is the yam festivals day

Drinking and merrying have its way

The god of harvest has blessed the barns

There is no paint used but clay

Build more houses and marry more wives

That seems like a good plan

Here comes the maidens running

Their captors laughing and smiling

Hear the voices of widows wailing

Behold, mighty warriors has fallen

Orphans wandering around and crying

Cut! Shouted the director

Let us give a reason for their position

Put more emotion in those bodies

Let me see pure energy flowing

Let the play look its worth

Let us it another shot, ACTION!