We do not understand that we are denying the truth
We do not understand that we are accepting the lie
We fail to notice how fast we erode ourselves
We do not understand that our local is exchanged for the foreign
We do know our origin
We do know of your dislike to our heritage
We do not understand that we hate our very source
How can we claim to love and at the same time hate our fathers?
We are denying the very aspect of communication
The syllables, the tones, the songs and stories that we very much understood,
We are drowning the generation to come with a culture they do not understand but think it's superior
We are trading our origin for something we do not know yet claim to understand
This the only thing that you will pressure for but will not understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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