"Groundnut! Groundnut! ! Buy your groundnut! " The voice rang.
Oh! A general is gone
There lies an unripe future
The cruelty of human heart
There lies the precious blood of Africa
The one that once irrigated the farm
Snatched away by the cold hands of death
Sound it in cities and states
Sound it in nations and countries
Tell the thunder to roar for the forceful departure of an innocent soul
Mother's hope, FAREWELL
Tell our good fathers not to cry
Tell them that Uhuru shall come
Relay to them that we once had a leader
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem