The Nation Rhythm
This nation has no beat
It’s out of sync with reality
It stiff as a rock no flexibility
The robotic way we dance
Makes us all individually escape to our devices
In the strand, we survive
The connection is not lost
If we can only find a common thread
The bind, weave, and braid that’ll teach us how to speak to the universe
Tha slow dance the rub the grind
Where we can feel the current the wave the flow
The dance machine the sweat the heat the beat
The drum the bass.
African mothers’ heart keeps the rhythmic pulse of our personality
The nation