The Tamarind of Yubabule.

In the centre of the town,
in the middle of the plains,
there stands and ancient twisted tree
and SANGO was its name.

When thunder bellows miles away,
and rain streaks through the air
the God of vengeance fills its leaves
with heralded fanfare.

This Tamarind sheds its fruits to feed
the young, the old, the weak.
It’s pulses mashed into a dish.
Its taste is quite unique.

Now SANGO checks the social scale
and equals all who live
within the shadows of his trunk
a fruit for life to give.

One thousand years this tree stood tall,
to dominate the town.
While floods in seasons wash away
all sorrowful who frown…

Upon this ancient God of woe
and feel he means no more.
But elder folk live all their life
remembering what they saw. 

They saw a God who crossed the plains
and watched a tree appear.
so now the barren land is cleansed
with floods this time of year.

with offerings of cloth and food
old SANGO saved those souls
who found the path to live their life
while others paid the toll.

move out their homes and head off west
to find they’re always sinned
without the guidance form SANGO
without the Tamarind.

so heed the words from Yababule
and save your soul from woe
just pick the fruits throughout the tree
and prey to old SANGO