Poeira

Bonga - Dust

It was - The dust of the post
Eating away at the street
For us to be
Wind - It was dusty
Blowing the cubes
Making us poor.

Dust - With impurity
Always rose
And choked us.

Wheel - Get out of the spin
That the boss of the post
Will scold you.
I remember
I was a kanuku
I ran away from the fence
To guard Sal
I remember
All this misery
Sweaty blacks
Running from the fight.