Along pavements that seem to lead beyond
From familiar stories a few years done
To a new page almost unknown
Landing on shores that may not bemoan
The filosofia that is not my own
From the lands of the Bambara
Where yemani trees stretch afar
I have swam across the Mano River
Uniting fallen tribes of separate lands
Bearing once more and now
The humble peace my forefathers spread
If these whirly winds be of more use
From the lion’s den I shall arise
Passing through the old and making anew
The cosmos a shape that is yet undone
To leave my mark where I belong
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