Foreign hands everywhere
Foreign hands haunted us
Foreign hands recreate us
Foreign hands pervades
Many aspects of our culture.
Come on, O my dear,
We are the men of this earth,
No needs of foreign hands,
We can do anything for ourselves
Nobody is superior to us and also
We are not inferiors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what is foreign we are to know..