Grow with me;
Come with me;
To look into your eyes fro love.
Living in a ghost town without hope;
Put it on,
The look in your eyes;
I don't want to be alone.
Searching into the woods,
Love of the common people;
Searching into the forest,
Like the voice of the people;
Searching into the hills,
I don't want to be left outside;
Take it easy to come into my home.
Put it off,
Don't give up!
Like a visit to the Pegasus Hotel in New Kingston.
Go to school,
Learn to rule;
But, don't be a footstool.
Just one drop;
Of the Ghettos in the country side.
Just one act,
Just one love,
Living in a village called Mandella.
The dance of the people,
The tribe of the people,
The language of the people,
Of the old school and the new school;
Like the Banana Republic with love.
The love potion,
Living in a village called Mandella;
Yet still, they do have hope for tommorow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem