I will sing of a song, a song that heals my people
a song that makes the many rivers flow
a song as the little waters roll
Call the children, gather them by the evening sun
it is for our daughters' dance and the strength of our sons
quiet in the ancient world
silence breaking down the noise of its walls,
amidst the people was an ancient hero
the one that took the bulls and she down to zero
when all the men had their courage for breakfast,
a feeble heart withheld vigour and did stand
So she carried her gun, her bow and some arrows
went with a few though her chance was narrow
As her voice echoed from the sitting of men,
good courage, great kings wished her farewell
Like the feet of many soldiers she comes
forward marching, singing the victory song
There they waited for a victory response
for the men could not hide the shame of an image insult
But along the road flew a bird with a song, a song of sorrow
though she was brave, there was more to guns and arrows
You children learn
Attest to the bravery of a forgotten hero
Amidst cowardice, courage threw a dice
Awake now my children
See that our daughters don't just dance
Attribute vigour to your souls
Nothing less than a fight against the surrounding devils
The thought of strategy was not her plan
Executing only brought courage down
While they waited for a hero's return,
All hearts bled for a living hero was now a name
A catacomb still forgotten of a hero little children yet did not know
YAA ASANTEWAA WAS STILL A HERO
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