DANCES TO THE BEAT-Heroes Day

In the mild-frozen land a people rose tamed by fear, awakened! To the whistling frenzy of the beautiful voice. A voice of freedom "accipere facile!" their souls danced with thumping and gnashing pointing their red-devil eyes to the horizon of death They walked: their feet on fire till dusk kissed dawn. In the plains of ganda, their whispers touched every ear that wished, to empty their worries, and fill them with light. In the end, a handful died a few kept asunder by fire to see the good fruit of their sweat. The young ones were born and now cherish them year by year with thunderous cries and salutes "they who deserve it all" but the dances to the beat; of the victors and winners are now heard by only those whose palms know the taste of money! And lo! they sit alone, in the forests of their hearts. jb wisely Ug.