Tell them I have a tale
a young elegant tale of friendship
Here at the ring of bond;
I saw three friends that cut my heart;
Their great strides from the land of hope
They sing joyfully, aloft their love
such a beautiful souls I saw once
They that have trust in Yahweh
I remembered the three musketeers
The smiles and laughter we expressed
I see them eager to hear my bewildering tales
The wonderful jokes we shared; no one else can understand.
Cheering messages of hope and better ends, as we know
Someday we will be far off the cliff of Africa…
Hard to forget those special cheerful moments
sometimes we choose to go without those spoken words.
The love shared by these maidens, amazed me most
stronger than the oak trees in Kigali
I remember their angelic gazes
the beauty that come with the radiance of their smiles
tell them I see the unity that held them close
the love that bind them close like the Niles to Ganges
This I know shall be told by their kinsmen
In the afterlife when we gather again at the great feast
our friendship shall outshine like the stars of Orion...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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