We have no heroes and no wars
only victims of a sickly state
succumbing to the variegated sores
the flower under lashing rains of hate.
We have no battles and no fights
for history to record with trite remark
only captives killed in eyeless nights
and accidental dyings in the dark.
Yet when the roll of those who died
to free our land is called, without surprise
these nameless unarmed ones will stand beside
the warriors who secured the final prize.
the poem is about those people who died at war and they wanted to be remembered. It also suggests that Africa is not an independent state.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is interesting its about civilians who died during the war but not remembered it really gives a deeper meaning to us referring that the soldiers and the civilians have the same role to play