Don't rise too early Amadou
I think you are being foolish
The dew of life will soak you
Take back the hate it’s childish
We may not see tomorrow
That's a reality to deal with
Men are nothing but shadow
We are ashtray without width
Every night I see their face
The men who died in battlefield
Death is slow with fast pace
I wonder if we'll ever be shield
Some things are never truly forgotten
Graveyard suffice them than alive and rotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem