burkinaWe have been silent all these years.

27 years!

Untold hardship has been our years,

Our people’s glory as a nation is our tears.

The sounding drum of discontent

Is played in our poor tent

Rallying the people for a fight.

In numbers shall increase our might

An end shall we seek

Until leadership falls sick.

We have taken the street by storm

Until our nation is transform.

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