Uwodige. Uwodu.
      I breath the words out
      round as smoke
There must be songs for this.
      A formula to bring back stolen children
      A songs for protection.
      Medicine for return
There must be a ceremony we created
      after the boarding schools
      and removals
      and wars
      Sassafras spit
      to beg Thunder
      a pinch of tobacco
      in the first light
      of mourning
Miss Veronica
      I don't know you
      I'm just another broken heart
      a blue witness
      sending prayers on smoke
      to the east
      and the war isn't over
You are returning
      to land close to our
      Mother mounds
      They will
      sing lullabies
      uwodu uwodige usdi
Ka!
      There are old songs belting from the strong
      lungs of men who love you
      There are old rhythms shaking
      from the strong legs
      of women who love you
      There are old prayers
      rising as smoke from people who love you
      There are old words sprouting
      from the hills that love you
Ka!
      Dvgalutsi
      Dvgalutsi
      Dvgalutsi
      Dvgalutsi
      Dvgalutsi
      Dvgalutsi
      Dvgalutsi
Translations:
      Uodige: Brown
      Uwodu: Beautiful
      Usdi: Baby
      Dvggalutsi: She will come back