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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