On this land we call home
With faces we all share
Tangled in a division ‘they’ against ‘us’
“They” ignored their ears, muffled our cries
‘They’ Vs ‘Us’
And this land we call home turned to penitentiary
We never really knew how it’s like to be free
If we ever ask, our hands will be in cuffs
To freely think, speak, free enough to be oneself
On an Atlantic bird we foolishly waited upon
To chirp freedom one fine early dawn
It never came…
With a dissection severely torn apart
“They” made “us” live like an immigrant
On this land we call home…
Grudgingly, if in the turn of events
We wish to make them live life even much worse
Wallowing in a rift of malice and hatred
“They” and “us” foolishly waited upon a bird
Some where from the Atlantic freedom to herald
When we never held in unity our hands
We failed our freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem