Tell me, I really want 2 know;
hw much longer, how much more souls;
i dnt want d usual endless tirade;
of U handling it n stil evil grows;
my people wants to know;
they are getting fed up with our woes;
please, i only need an answer of peace;
even our bright future wants to know;
and asks 'is it safe for me to show'
My aged granny wants to know;
how many would make the next death toll;
im now afraid of heading back home;
coz all my granny knows is I must know;
Oh God, U better let me know;
coz i cant make sense of d frequent bloodshow;
it goes past calling it names in print;
U just hav to strike d next blow;
Alas, i weep coz you dont even know;
making us free citizens on death row;
do something, dont just boast about;
or the giant of Africa may soon lie low;
But i think U nid to know;
that i may need a new bloodflow;
coz my heart daily bleeds for those gentle souls;
whose grusomely split blood daily flows.
That's a great poem. I got really drawn by the title :))) Such stanza is just more than amazing :)) Well done My aged granny wants to know; how many would make the next death toll; im now afraid of heading back home; coz all my granny knows is I must know;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! that's all av gat to say.