I'm that name
That knew sores
One whose system
Pipes hunger
Often, I peck
Unfamiliar doors
Sounding the song
Of my popularity
I'm Onawandah
The unalloyed breed
Of a distant race
Whose kind was made
To drink the
Alcoholic content of a metal
I'm Onawandah
A voice crying for redemption
A heart ready
To be flogged by rain
In defence of justice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weldone my dear. It is indeed a nice piece