We asked but received not; we knocked, was pretty hard felt,
But the door hasn't opened since Adam; we asked amiss?
Need we walk the Sahara this long from the Congo's dazzling belt?
We sow, others reap; we buy others use; you build another inhabits;
From Yaa Asantewaa's Tomb through Mugabe's blazing pant
The ancestors keep yelling: 'Stop asking and create what you want'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem