Let me show you my chains
so that you can show me yours too!
Are your chains made from gold?
Come see our chains,
some made from gold,
some made from bronze,
some made from silver.
We are so happy
comparing our chains.
Forgetting the struggles of the poor ancestors,
who fought so hard to break the chains?
Let me show you my chains
so that you can show me yours too.
My chain is made from silver
Is yours made from gold?
Comparing our chains.
Remembering the struggle
of our ancestors;
who fell in the African gold dust
Let me show you my chains
so that you can show me yours too!
Are your chains made from bronze?
Come see our chains
some made from gold,
some made from bronze
some made from silver.
Children of the most high God
still in chains
on "George Owen's" animal farm,
where some animals are more equal than others
Let me show you my chains
so that I can see your chains!
Are your chains made from bronze?
Come see my chains.
Bronze, gold and even silver
Who will break the chains?
Break the mental chains
so African can rise again
from the dust in the garden of Eden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, beautiful poem! Short, but the farthest thing from simple! Truly great (: I invite you to check out some of my own, and leave any advise for me as a writer, I would greatly appreciate it! Sincerely - Christian Hudak