9/9/2023 0 Comments Ls land issues nudesWithout even the warmth of your comrades lying close to ……….I in my dark skin at the depths of the Province, In your solitude without eyes without ears, more than Listen to me, Senegalese Riflemen, in the solitude of Of the future deaths, they thank them in advance, future ![]() You my dark brothers, no one appoints you.įive hundred thousand of your children are promised glory They put flowers on tombs and warm the Unknown Soldier. I hear the sound of cannon-is it from Irun? Who would awaken the dead under a maternal earth. Who makes the old men smile on the green benches Which tightens the breasts of the virgins ![]() TO THE SENEGALESE RIFLEMEN WHO DIED FOR FRANCE This is part of our special feature, Beyond Eurafrica: Encounters in a Globalized World. ![]() Translated from the French by Baba Badji.
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