O general! My general, get my salute
Your natural audacity abhors with dint
The social vacuums sired by dreams of dynasties,
O general! My general, get my salute
Hang there in Canada, exiled by vice in buffoonery,
But back you will come in heroic halo of thunder-club,
O general! My general, get my salute
Your NRM will last to resist tyranny of oligarchy
Down to eternity, till bourgeoisie dynasties call it a day,
O general! My general, get my salute,
Peel back the masks, till kidneys are for the kings
For the drunk like skunks cannot stand on their feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very good poem, alexander. it's just but a reflection of what is going on, and doing what. good work.thank you