A voice to my youth,
our youth.
A voice of pain finally released.
Unappeased.
Released at the expense of blood, tears, and sweat.
Screams coming in floods, piercings, and threats.
I remember your pain too.
I remember your cries and screams of 'Amandla ngawethu'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem