Striving to be famous and learning how to be straight always;
But, humanised by the military forces around me today!
However, this struggle satrted in 1983,
And, i am called Nicolson.
Five years in the bush from the face of war!
With starvation and hunger to respect my muse;
But, where are the very positive people on this earth today?
For, i have to get out ot this bush to find my way to freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem