Even the dead are kept in mind, years after
Anniversary notices flustering to confirm
When your lineage stops in your generation
Our people say, you will be forgotten quickly
Your compound, overgrown with grasses
Termites build on walls, your house, no more

Except by the unforgettable things you did
Like the first man to walk on the moon
You may well be with the unnamed crowd
That lived, ate and slept or just existed
The living forget so soon and in turn
They are forgotten, even before they die

Who remembers those we sent out to die?
In a country, where rebels cut human limbs
And stack them as sign posts and messages
From their frustration in the diamond deals
Deals of greed that do not concern us at all
Our unsung heroes die defending the powers

Ills of the society have made people mad
They roam the streets, barely unknown
They too see others as having gone insane
So insanity stalk our easily forgotten dreams
Horrible dreams, we couldn’t comprehend
Bizarre, they were, but now beyond recall