So much liberty given to the slave as to look the master and as his slave
One straight finger, why become a rebelling robot
Face ahead in humility and not turn around to backstab
Why take the knife for bread to inflict pain again on master?
every step in darkness, I can imagine the pain
Almost like a coach that knows how to win but requires that his boys adhere to him
but not even comaprable is that as it just is so minute
take a minute to picture a beautiful daughter
making a decision to step into turmoil through a pit
when you have laid a strip as a bridge
Moments after another, I wonder
how stupid is the slave
when sacked, who will be blamed?
how incompassionate is the slave
as he hangs on the promise- Believe
'stupid and incompassionate'
I think but am I not the slave?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem