Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Sunday, January 27,2002
Out of paradise where I'm from
Taken down to a little island
Brought forth the fruits of civilization
Spread it to all modern nations
Now from my home in Jamaica
Forward to America
Blinded by the color of the lights
But still denied my human rights
Sweet land of my forefather's birth
Once we conquered the for corners of the earth
Spread modern man across these lands
With only simple stone tools in our hands
This I know and you can trust
That once all nations bowed before us
Sweet gardens home of Eden paradise
Yes my friends it once was so nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem but it needs a little polishing to make it shine! Concentrate on concrete images what are simple tools in our hands? all nations bowed before us>? sweet garden home of paradise? why not gardens of Eden? see what I mean?