— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Baboucarr E.A. Busso
In their dreams, they hear echoes,
The call is from the ancestors;
They have found out,
That the land they tilled well is now well wasted,
𝑾𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚.
In their dreams, they hear echoes,
The call is from the ancestors;
They have found out,
That the land they tilled well is now well wasted,