Where, where is the grace and glory
When our hearts are all gloomy,
Our eyes filled and batted with tear
And our feet trembling with fear
How could we of these bare?
How could you, our knights swallow
And stuck us to wallow in sorrow’?
Like perfume in the thin air, our heroes vanish
Only the chalked memories have we to cherish
But are those enough as the actuals do perish?
When our hands lay on our heads in bue
Only then shall the sounds from our lips to hear
Be Damirifa due
Our hearts are choked with grief
Ah, ah! Hard to say though but, we say to you in brief
Rest in perfect peace.
© 2021 Isaac Teye Coffie