I have been broken, or at least they tried,
they tried to break me, tried to break my past,
put cobwebs in our minds and yellow taints in our eyes,
so as we look out for our brothers we actually looked out for him,
and as we head past our boarders, our heads began to scream,
what is this pain?
what did I doo?
The truth is they're scared and they envy our power,
so they caged our minds, incarcerated each hour,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem