Sing again, sing your song!
Make merry my grief heart –
Soul of proud Eri* warriors
Sing – oh, softly! Oh, loudly!
Until sacred beings swing and dance
Let them tickle and beat your skin
All night, all day, all season.
Under our: sun’s blaze and Moon’s dazzle
Till your metallic peal laughter
Echoes shook the still night
For you’re a sorrowed hearts
Begging to hear…
Sing Oh, softly! Oh, loudly!
Till Heaven feasts
On your eternal sounds.
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*Eri is the original legendary cultural head of the Umu-eri groups of the Igbo people. Eri established a community in the middle of Anambra river valley (at Eri-aka) in Aguleri.
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