Play the talking drum
Fire the muskets to the hundreth sum
Get up from your sitting bum
And stand still by the golden path
Calculate that perfect math
Of claps as her saintly spirit glows and steps
Into the glory airy bath
Into the archive of the great accomplished’s mansion
Now follow with your mind and brain
As quiet as the creeping chameleon and be sane
As the moon and sun get stares for their indifference in the main
Public as they stand side by side succeeding in the gain
Of brightening the path of the fallible saintly queen.
Her deeds were seen
Her love for mankind was keen
Her voice was unmistakably clean
Now speaketh the vultures who are her bodyguard’
“Even we have thoughts of booty discard
Clear the road we are the royal bards
There comes a woman with countless saintly tongues
Which eased the dejecteds’ longs
She travels to the yonder world looking strong
She steps from glory to glory so be among
The witness and join in her congratulatory song
Here she is being ushered into love’s chariot
Which is backed by the fulfillment chariot,
Backed by the freedom chariot,
Backed by the kindness chariot.
Backed by the truth chariot,
Backed by the hope chariot,
Backed by all goodness chariot,
For the legendary Maya, it is a convoy of beautiful chariots”.
With the shining glory of your world, sail
Into your restful queenly throne shined beautifully with many felicitations.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.