Dancing in the streets

(Inspired By Ojha Amubi)

This night is a good day to begin
O My Generation
Come out in the streets
Lets dance with the dreaming trees
Autumn is over even in poetry
It is a night to bring a dawn of spring

If death arrives again, so what
we have had it enough
we will make fire out of it
for the dark souls
who know only how to complaint and cry

O My generation
Come out in the streets
Lets dance with the dreaming trees
the movement of your body must be like wave.
the softness of a feather
you must carry in your movement
Haven't you heard of wave that shake Mother earth?
Haven't you heard of softness that melt bullet into cotton?
Haven't you heard of movements that bring down big nations?

What have you not done in these streets?
You have burnt yourselves,
you have been hit by tear gas shells,
you have been beaten with butts of gun
you have been naked when this world is a lie and masked
All you have not done is to dance
Come on my generation
Lets dance in the streets
listen to the croaking frogs
they are calling you out not the rain
look at the rocks in the rivers
they have made their postures

And remember,
"A great dancer is a great fighter
in this land"