There are heirs in all ages,
Accepting who i am and being original with my works;
Over and under!
To all nations with my works.
To meet me there if you can;
Here with the works of peace to satisfy all mankind.
Face of Africa,
Dark and beautiful,
Like black coffee with no sugar and, no cream;
Nice and lovely;
And, of a great gift.
To speak out!
There are heirs all over the world;
Stream, steam, team, dream!
But, true-love is like sunshine and rain;
Bringing out the rainbow with the joy of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem