Let us sing the coup d'etat song
The sound of the gong to click the Khaki boys' ears
A rhythm of red tape to bar their wild rage
When we sing, clap and dance,
We remember at some letters to be silent
For in the voice of some fella now alluded
"They leave sorrow, tears and blood"
The insignias of a clandestine clan, and
The five fingers of a leprous hand
When you clap, dance and sing the chorus:
Remember to silent the last "T"
For the time ticks that take them thither
Far further into the barrack holds
Be gone! Oh khaki boys!
Khaki boys! Oh be gone!
For the elephant chiefs only in the forest
And the lepers king there in their own colony
Like my beautiful damsel Queens in my arms alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For the elephant chiefs only in the forest And the lepers king there in their own colony Like my beautiful damsel Queens in my arms alone. a good poem, imagination and passion.. thank you dear poet. tony