The days are dark sad and cold.
work is hard sun beating down on you and a white man always in your face
it ant fun for a slave but what can we do?
But the nights the night are so bright
and.Dreamland is the only freedom we get I can do what ever I want.
Till the sun comes up the it's back to work. But I smile and think about what to dream up next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem