You took my land, then labeled me as a rebel,
As an anti national, a traitor to your country
I am the son of the soil, don't call me a rebel
I will never assimilate to your culture, religion, and language
While my blood is being spilt on my sacred soil
You give medals to the cops who kill,Maim, blind and lynch
You lock up my leaders for challenging occupation
For reinforcing in me the passion for freedom
You condemn my children to torture cells
As you fear they might fight ding dong battles
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out pouring of the heart. Freedom and peace the heart seeks. Beautiful