Ezhionum
The haven of the monkey god,
and land of the twelve sept,
that spring from three foundations.
Ezhionum.
The land of the white sand
and strengthened hands
ready to farm.
Ezhionum.
The land of many festival,
bringing sons and daughter
from afar.
Ezhionum.
The land of the quiet noon
and noisy eve
Ezhionum.
The home town of tradition
and masqurade dance.
Ezhionum.
The land of my Father.
The land of my Mother.
Ezhionum.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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