Woe betide you the thankless white, coming to us to make us shake with fright, usurping all our throne and authority, consuming our resources eith curiosity.
They pointed a long roaring metal at us, if roared at one he is nothing but loss, they captured us by cruelty, we work till our energy got empty.
Thank God for we wre relentless, our joyfulness is now countless, we were no longer a slave, we were finally save,
they were standing before us as our rival, but now we stand like a survival.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Gbolly. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks