On a doom day

By Gomina MJ

My drying kitchen cannot be hell

Lets not allow it to be a cell

The cabinet that dwell my fragrance

Let you not hide and eat my fish

The cat combing my broom and fork, scrubbing my pot and spoon clearly

My silos, barn, not been seen by the rat

Out of my milk dwellers

The pale and thin cow has no honey

Come come on!

Come come on!

You place hell herding my yams

A friend singer seeing the pillaging

On top tree

But sing in solidarity song to scare them away

A sweet sonorous song

You will be carried away by my song

Ang your gun will be rusted on your shoulders

Let our goat go

Our domestic fiend friend 

Let our cat go 

our domestic fiend friend

That our barn will have freedom 

That our kitchen will have freedom