In harlem was I born and raised,
With fond memories flooding my brain so solemn,
Black is proud for we believe in a divine totem,
Unity and hope our sovereign emblems,
Though notorious and violent have some folks turned out, into GOD'S hands do I leave their problems...For he alone can solve them;
Tis good to sing this sweet anthem,
This land has taught me hard work and patience,
So if i'd have a son We’d call him Anselm,
Each day I pray GOD to take away this vision of a rowdy harem,
For I would love my wife's name to be Carmen,
A Harlem of peace and stability where we the future leaders will rename her JERUSALEM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how beautiful.... very intriguing reading your poetry & wondering where the tale will take us, thank you...