From a great tree is where I was born.
I knew in my roots id be useful.
So when I was cut down and reshaped.
I became what I always thought id be.
For a whole country I was a tool.
And then came metal.
From the West.
Some took me out of their lives.
While others called my replace a savage.
But I know in my roots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem