Oh land of poverty
There are those among you
Sent for your healing
Do not shut their mouths
Do not shut your ears
A luxury you can not afford
They speak your language
And another that you not know
There are those among you
They understand your disease
Deny them not their birth
The courage to believe
The prize is your salvation
Oh land of poverty please
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great piece, true reflection of where i come from.