Forgotten Heroes - Martin Elorm Dogbo

Sitting under the big baobab tree
On day three
A day forbidden for us to go to the sea
I remembered the time and works of a people whom past time
Then promised them a future
Of greatness.
I watched their works as time permitted me
And for those time did not permit me
I heard.

When I murmured their names in so much melancholy
The birds of the skies
The fishes of the waters
The creatures of the lands seemed to know them too.
The sang while I sang sadly
For the days gone by
They mourned as I mourned more
Of heroes forgotten so fast.

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