Every tongue tells a tale
About Paradise, or jail
Look around and you will see,
Heartache by degree.
I remember what Mama used to say
Be careful, Baby, when you go out to play
But even on the bus,
Who can you trust?
It's hard to find the easy way out
Everywhere you look, evil's about
And what IS wrong the Lord lets go on
So is our misery the Lord's tyranny?
Fortune and victory are blessings in disguise,
When a mother goes down, a daughter will rise
So bless you, Mother, bless your loving hand
We're only mortal in an immoral land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some day we will sleep in peace, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.