For whom it is well, There is no one for whom it is well. The people of the foreign land? The people at work? The people at the next-door? The people of your mother,s land? The people of your house hold? Who? Who? Who? Mbeboh of all men, Was how we called you at the university. You lived in the world's exstreme corner, You turned here and the rain beat you, You turned there and the sun burned you, You can only go beyond and forget. You lived in the world's exqstreme corner, No man to fire the guns when you embarked, No woman to wail when you close your eyes, You can only go beyond and forget. I have no moro to say to you sir, But let those left behind take note. Danilo Aletanu