Foroyaa

We have come by

We the sons of peace
To sing the chants
The honorable songs of fleeing
Our bloodless endeavors
Has savored our might
Of winning the peace
And it has to be won
Within a blissful
Encounter: of thoughts,
Not of a fight; of words, not of force.

At home, yes we are at home
And the incredulous time is singing.
Its seconds, shying by
And the solemn sanctuaries by them are unlacing their shoe laces.
We have the times in hand now
And who will lead the way to the best song for freedom? We
The sons have come.
We are with our foroyaa but straining effortless now to gain our homes for and of ourselves.

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Published by

Edrissa Ken-Joof

The author is a Ph.D. candidate majoring in Management at Yuan Ze University, College of Management, Taiwan. He has a master's degree in International Affairs and Security Management from Ming Chuan University, Taiwan and a bachelor's degree in Political Science and English from the University of The Gambia.

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