This day is here
Long awaited like it will never come
Its hype and pomp and pageantry
Will today be gone!
Will anything crumble?
No!
Will any be built?
Certainly!
And the western probephets of disintegration
Have failed
The chinks in the wall of our sovereignty
Are beginning to seal.
The bad days have gone
And the good days are here.
There will be no need to cork up anger
Or be subdued by hunger
Or beaten by shame
And cry out again at last!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem