How Prayer Works: Responses

Hi Tete
Hi Moree
There are three slices of yam in the pot
One for Tete, one for Moree
The third one, divide equally
Tete refused and ate all
The war came
It took Tete to the south
The war took Moree to the north
Whenever it becomes better
Look back and do remember
I’m still your brother
Yam and beef may never separate us
Hi Tete
Hi Moree

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