From what womb did this fruit emerge?
When did you open your eyes?
To gaze upon the purge
that ravaged these lands
You are - a relic of an ancient time,
pulled from your source
Forced to endure the crime and
desecrated on cold museum walls
You should be breathing the earth,
free from Man's greedy claws
Roam the place of your birth
without fear of his laws
Take back your pride
Ye sons of the wild
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem