Brothers, you and I were,
in you I called a friend.
A memory I now solemnly bare,
a great bond shatteringly brought to an end.
Instead of talking we took stance,
against an enemy of each other,
our bond stood no chance,
in duel with a brother.
As bulls we fiercely raged,
Blood and sweat we shed.
Army against army we surged,
Insults and curses we said.
Oh brother bitter revenge,
Is not the promise I pledge.
Not a thought of it in my mind,
Curse my actions for they made you blind.
Pain and sorrow we've spilt,
Over the bond we built.
All that is left is the memories we have,
We'll hunt in the forests of our hearts,
When each other's company we starve.
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I would like to translate this poem
Mbuyu this is wonderful you keep getting better am jealous