sons of the golden soil
sons of the men
sons with our name
we sing your praise
on our shoulders we lay
your solemn remains
broad chested men
whose guns still sound
on the way beyond
you we mourn
our dear loss:
you are gone
we share
and
we bear
what we split:
your grief
not alone to lift
to share
is to care
to care
is to be there
to be there
in person
in thoughts
in deeds
in words
in prayer
best at rest
beyond the worst
be at rest
* In honour of the 5 Ghanaian soldiers
who lost their lives last year in peacekeeping
and the many others all over the world.
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