I can see clearly now
That the scars on my skin
printed by the hands of men
Of good heart,
who came as beggars,
Betrayed all and became choosers
I can see clearly now
There is no wool in my eyes.
For it's Boldly written in their language
No love lost between cat and rat
We are to eat the dust.
Yes; we have heard, and followed your words.
Eating of dust is nolonger a curse.
Your troops were many days
You came, butchered our brothers without care.
Exterminated, massacred, maimed and plundered
our land In irrationality of revenge.
To alienation and deprivation
The feeling in my mind i can never forget
Imagining how my sisters were captured,
Innocently selling their humble wares in the marketplace.
Used worse than beasts, donkeys.
We remained defenceless as trees,
We ran through many bushes in hunger,
Days and months in the rain
Years in the hazards of the ecosystem.
And later realized our ancestral brass heart in your sordid slum.
We ran just not to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem