far away pretty land of free
i see children smiling at me
they ask me if i'm rich; happy
they're waiting what would i say
instead i promise pencil and paper
to write their dreams they remember
i was once like them in awe
listening to people i never knew
they came with camera, microphone
some even sung us beautiful song
now i'm giving back what i learned
hoping this chain won't be broken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pass it along. Great poem.