Today
.
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 
.
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 tanborine
.
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
.
Today we'll gather around our pantheon
As the smokes of our offerings invite them to our midst
Today we'll bid agony welfare
.
© Drunk_poet