We do not think again
When love turn in vain
And we find the cupboard with forbidden skeleton
The truth which was abandon
Dwell in us
We do not fight again
When our heroes are slain
Behind our funeral town
Full of pits covered with crowns
We do not stay but run away
For solitude and honor their day
We do not sing again
When our victory song lies
With them that die
But we observe a moment of silence
We do not see again
When the blind must lead our way
Teach our children how to pray
And build our fence
We are not safe again
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I would like to translate this poem
We have abandoned the good ways of our culture to pursue shadow. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole.