September 13th 1993 to september 13th 2014,
21 years gone by with the muse of a poet;
But, with the truth of life's own ways!
With the muse of the people with the laws to teach us today,
Living in this last generation.
Love,
With the muse of the colours of the rainbow;
As seen in the sky to teach is a lesson,
Like a sign!
With the muse of the seven colours.
The struggle!
With the struggles in Africa,
Hustle and bustle with the muse of nature;
Bumble, stumble, rumble, crumble, mumble, grumble, fumble, humble!
With a call to remember the laws with the muse of my faith.
Strangers and pilgrims of the earth!
In my chains and in my pains;
21 years gone by,
Pateintly endured with the muse of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem