Father Utih

He has one wife - he will embrace her till he dies-
Five children who want to eat every day
An old hut where an inherited tale is hanging,
A piece of barren land to cultivate.

The skin of his hands is taut and calloused
Accustomed to any amount of sweat
O Father Utih, the meritorious peasant
But malaria comes hunting,
Even though he offers a million prayers

And Mother Utih calls the village medicine man
For magic formulas, curses repeatedly chanted
The Medicine man with his rewards goes home
With money and a pullet tied together

In towns the leaden keep shouting
Of elections and the people's freedom,
Of thousand-fold prosperity in a sovereign state,
A golden bridge of prosperity into the world hereafter,
When victory brightly shines
The leaders in cars move forward, then chests thrown out.
O. the beloved subjects wave their hands.

Everywhere there are banquets and festivities
Delicious roast chicken is set before them,
Chicken from the village were prosperity was promised.
Father Utih still waits in prayer
Where are the leaders going in their limousines?