This is my song and loud i sings it
I would be mad to be your lover
Doomed for being your friend
Sleep with one eye for i am at your back
Fortify yourself against strayed bullets
Die if you want
Rebel of humanity that brands my type
I was made of love, this i know
You stole what belongs to me
My wealth and freedom
My hope and life
Now i am the frightened snake that bite in the verdure
The dog that pursue the pursuers
Hatred breeds in me
Strange forces inhabited me
Strenght of Iroko i have
And dazzling face of fire
I perpetrate my word like the flood
That overhauled stoppages and stoppers
I have and will destroy anything at sight
Until you give back what you've stolen
Not as bribe but as right
Then will the man in me dies
Brother i will call you
In geniueness of love
With our buried past.
This is my song and loud i sings it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem