In the mother's arms The son hung, broken and still: Blood mingled with tears...

            Through the Eyes of Sold Slaves Away -  along lorn, lonly lanes we trudge Where…

                              I              From Grief's Window   We saw them smile, we heard them speak; But now only the echoes…

Olodumare,* The one who holds the whole world,    big and mighty as it is, in the palm                                    …