Cry on! Cry on! Akai, chei and sighing has been my hard lot all day long.
When will men stop to revile me just because I am poor, weary and needy?
Even those I shed my blood for their success hurt me daily.
Where, when have I ill treated men?
Heaven be thou the judge in all things I do.
What a world I'm born into? Every passing click of the clock is pain,
Bitterness, oppression, repression and denigration of people.
Was it not written whatever a man soweth so same shall he reap?
But I ask when and where have I sowed these seeds of sorrow
That I should reap the fruits of sorrow?
My conscience had always been my guard as I daily judge myself of all my injustice.
But I can't find the reason for these tortures I daily face;
Oh Heaven thou art my witness.
I am not a criminal yet do I bear the marks of a criminal
A mark remarkably registered all over my body by men of avarice and negative psychic manipulations.
Each time I reflect on these marks I shed tears of apathy, as I cannot live with my bear body.
All it pushes me to do is to seek vengeance
Yet one thing I fear is that vengeance is the Lord's
Otherwise I would have men seen one more devilish than the devil.
Let Heaven only be the judge in all things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem