Man, you determingly hate my face
You scornfully curse my personality.
Convicting my confused race
Through the power of the great creator.
You judge my movements
And avoid sharing the joy of Christianity.
With my twisted type
Because he say am sinful
You lock your door to my knocks
And bang the door at my face
You spit pure saliva at my feet
And tap your feet to excuse the devil.
By singing holy fruitful songs
In private rooms do you offer your prayers?
You close your eyes to my face
Because I don't go to church
I sing sin and play chess
Walk in the dark and dance to Satan's hymns.
Share many souls with empty men.
Expose my thigh and eat the inedible.
You pray for my soul to perish
Having glued my ears to His word
But man; watch your deeds
Redo your religious lessons
Interpret the whole gospel
And feed the hungry, thirsting souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem