Bayo's the last of his people
The only guard of their farm
The living sun of their life
They are tattooed on his arm
Holding his wife and his knife
.....
Waiting for her to give birth
to queen kandake of the Nile
She'll lead the tribe to new earth
With hope and wisdom and a smile
...
Bayo's the last of his people
He will live for what he dies for
standing as firm as a steeple
a crouching panther by her door
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 2:28 PM UTC
Bayo's the last of his people
The only guard of their farm
The living sun of their life
They are tattooed on his arm
Holding his wife and his knife
.....
Waiting for her to give birth
to queen kandake of the Nile
She'll lead the tribe to new earth
With hope and wisdom and a smile
...
Bayo's the last of his people
He will live for what he dies for
standing as firm as a steeple
a crouching panther by her door
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