Long gone the feather’s cry
After those with wings mounted them up
Entered ice, silence and motionless
Which took away a tribe’s eyes
Long quenched the night sky with its fire
Which kept our souls alive
And vibrated the cause of society
Now ruins, desert and desolation
Long departed the single eyed man
Who shined above the tree top high
And turned our folks to go gay not this flux
of feign smile
This baritone voice without any loveliness
Abandoned within a wind of confusion
A flicker of candlelight in the valley reaches
the mountain top
Burns with the tongue and dream of a tribe
forgotten and unknown
Still purer: its ideals, values and heritage although
flowing within the boisterous dirty waves© Emperor Leander David
Read on the 31st of March by
Mr. Abdourahamane Diallo
Unesco Representative in Ghana and Head of Office
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