Red blood, white blood,
Blue blood, black blood,
And I know and I hear
About so many blood.
But blood is there in me,
The blood that is there
In the body of my mother.
I know that is the only
Life-blood and I salute
That blood as my mother
Is there in her own land.
My love the language of
My mother here as it has
Power to purify my blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem