Enjo're'

Horn of Lolkerra is blown

Swords of fury are drawn

A man of honor, well known

To the community as Laibon

Was slain in the break of dawn

His head cut off and thrown

in the bushes near his home.

The village is now a combat zone

Warriors alert guarding the throne

Some are sharpening spears

Their wives are drowning in tears

Their Children are hiding in fears

This will be a war of endless years.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

A phrase their rage couldn’t hold

Someone somewhere has to pay

Their enemies had better pray

to their gods to meet them halfway

For today will be a very bloody day

“Today we fight for our King”
Enka'i, oooh! Enka'i, Enka'i, oooh!

“May the gods rest his soul in peace.”

-Edwin Onyango