Today
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Today we'll sing the victory song
Today, the rhythm of elegiac melodies and hymns dirges we will forget.
As our broken dry lips take new cosmetics  
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Today we'll do the victory dance
Today, the rhythm of our drums will command
The beaded waits of our maidens
Giving the them the attributes of a restless tambourine
.
Today, soldiers we are!
Not on the battle fields, rather in battle
Against gallons palm-wine
As we drink by the epitaph of our own old  misery
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Today we'll gather around our pantheon
As the smokes of our offerings invite them to our midst
Today we'll bid agony welfare
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Drunk_poet