Submitted By: Nkiru Njoku

It's night time now, they're off to work.
Slowly, but surely, they move.
No one knows them cos no one can see them,
And they think that's a bit of good luck.
For if we could see and pick out some faces,
Then we'd know who they are and we'd be so sure
Of our fears and suspicions about these same people;
People we trusted and showed our graves...
Graves were we buried our rotten memoirs.

But now, they've gone this night to their part,
To dig up the graves, the graves of our past.

If they'd just dig and laugh by themselves,
We'd not feel so bad, we just might laugh too.
But these fake people, they'll dig out and spread
All our past rot for people to see (and laugh),
Then we'll just sit down and cry...'why?',
Because there's nothing to laugh at about past rot!
If there were, then we'd not have buried them at all.
We'd be happy to spread them and laugh at ourselves,
But just like I said, it's not at all funny.

And now they've gone this night to do their part,
To dig up the graves, the graves of our past.

Someone once said that once it is buried,
Our past will not be remembered...at least not by all.
The Good Lord in heaven; He's quick to forget
As long as we bury our past in His name and His blood.
We can start a new life and He'll show us how.
So we went ahead and buried our rotten pasts,
To be remembered no more or so we thought!
And we made the mistake of showing some our graves,
And thought they'd just be quiet and help us forget...

But now, they've gone this night to do their part,
To dig up the graves, the graves of our past.

We hope they don't trip and fall over themselves,
As they dig up the graves, the graves of our past.
Because then we'd stand at the sidelines and laugh
At our supposed friends; now turned grave diggers!

©Nkiru Njoku, February 2002