They will weave a stirring tale of stout hearts
And tell of loud voices that dared to be harts
When bastard bullets ruled both day and night
Shall we not tell our children’s children this tale?
Of how the Collar and the Turban did walk in pair
And the Collar said to the Turban, “Do not despair
For together we shall occupy our land and prevail”
Did not the Black dogs bite, and the bullets sting,
While their errant whips kissed our naked hides
Seeking to break the union of our married prides?
Yet we spoke till their ears did with our voice ring
And the books shall not forget too, our brothers
That fell. May they find rest beyond these borders
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
