Shall there be freedom for liberal thought?
No! The white man has all agencies bought
Perfume from Nature's rosy Hill Tops
Shall fall on us spiritual dew drops
Celestial beings shall know us well
For by goodness, in death, with them we'll dwell
With battleship, artillery and gun
White men have put all God's creatures to run
Heaven and earth they have often defied
And take no head of the rebels that died
God can't be mocked in this daring way!
So the evil shall surely have their day
'we will Rob, we will Kill for great fame'
So says the white man, for this is his game.
Life is sorrowful, full of pain and shame.
Whence shall an act bare a good name?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem