Oh history of man
Born out from the surrounding of man
Writing the errs and rights of man
Like yam stored in ban
History has no man as friend
Even when you try to friend or offend
History tells what is worth
For it generations learnt
With ink or oral a made a fact
Whether a child was born to act
Or a child`s born from the union of mat
Or a purpose to show a might
History has got eyes, ears, hand and chair
For where it goes an ear would hear
That Shaka fiercely fought without fear
And that was without his wife a pair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well conceived and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing, Wisdom.
I am grateful Mr. Chinedu