Some soiled phony freedom
Robbed our forefathers of wisdom
To smash the beautiful ancient kingdom
That now yearn for freedom.
This black to black damnation
Is on a journey to Sodom,
In quest for the enemy's coronation
Killing freedom for another's freedom.
A wailing people die in chains,
Chained to their death bed.
Others walk with great fear of the villains,
In this cruelty hotbed.
Does anyone deserve to die in chains?
Did someone truly say freedom,
In this land where people die in ‘freedom'
For having a relationship with freedom?
How less wicked is this their freedom?
Oh, this influential freedom is filthy
Let it kill our people no more
Let it not, not anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem