I wake up this morning
With the hope of good
And what I believed
Would be good
Is my badluck
God what do I do?
The funtua riot
Has taken my joy
I did know what to do
They did kill people
And I know
God will judge them.
For what they did.
God will judge us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem