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The Trial of Summer
The Trial of Summer By Kemigisa margaret Can you try summer?
Who was the drummer? That called the village elders To come with fetters And not the calabash of wine?
Summer time has been hell Only one fruit survived the long dry spell The family head is worried Will the one fruit also be buried? Or will it survive the family to the next generation?
So the elders sit As women and men greet Dreading the trial Living in dry summer denial Of what will befall the next generation
The head clears his throat Summons Summer to present his case A case of the of the long dry spell Where rains no longer fall It’s all in his face The lines so easy to trace
With Summer’s lamentations Everybody’s face is crest fallen It is clear the rains will not fall No one can force the rains to fall The elders ruling is final
The lone fruit survival from the long gone rainy season Will make summers new generation It’s the fate of all men That can no longer sustain an erection The lady is free to divorce.
Can you try out summer? Who was the one who played the drum? That called the village elders
To come with chains And not with a bowl of wine? Summer has been awful Only one fruit survived the long dry period
The head of the family is worried Will the one fruit also be lost? Or will it last beyond the family to the next generation? So the elders gather As people greet each other
Fearing the judgment Living in denial of the dry summer Of what will happen to the next generation The leader clears his throat
Calls Summer to explain his situation A case about the long dry period Where rain no longer comes It's clear on his face The lines are easy to see With Summer's complaints
Everyone looks sad It's clear the rain won't come No one can make the rain come The elders' decision is final The single fruit's survival from the past rainy season
Will create a new generation of summers It's the fate of all men Who can no longer maintain their strength The woman is free to leave.