Born in 1985 like I,
They told me that it meant civilization, me working for them.
So they stripped me of the hide my fathers had put me to don
I worked long and I worked hard before they put in my tired hand
A coin from steel and a note from paper; which was my pay.
Born in 1985 like I,
They told me that it meant success, me procuring land from them.
Another long time elapsed and again I was paid in the same pattern
Such that they sold me land and I bothered not ask where they had got it
And from my pay I paid them for every second its deed was in my name.
Born in 1985 like I,
I build a family of beautiful children who grew up to run after the same success as I
And so they worked for the other children born in same year as they had
Procuring and renting without asking why they should until I realized that there was a price to pay.
The ignorant suffer with everlasting slavery and the wise suffer with slavery and pain - eternally.
Born in 1985 like I,
I found them in every avenue of my life that I ran away from them to them,
They made me decry them exalting them; by them I forgot them,
And I hated them looking to love them,
I blasphemed them while worshiping them and they became my god for a while
Until he became my God - permanently, yet, born in 1985 like I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem