Be hold, my son.
Thou coins does not grant
A mannered citizen membership.
I know what the nation requires:
Home to shalter your loved ones,
So they feel your tender loving care;
Wife and kids to be a recognised man.
Do you know what a family is?
Who could tell you that you can marry her?
Or will I live forever to hold my grandchildren?
Remember, those Mandela heads
Never brought us warmth but love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem