Each day of the week I wake up smiling
I step out of my house always laughing
The moment I get outside I start crying
My fellow country people are suffering
Uncommitted unknown false sin
The children endowed with great talent
Are suffering undeserved punishment
Their abilities are being placed in prison
Making them futureless without reason
My heart is vigorously constantly pounding
The echoes of the people's cry very touching
I'm be forced to be the people's warrior
Hoping to overcome their greatest terror
I'm holding on to life's precious mirror
To show them the way of the superior
The government are without honour
My people are more than conqueror
As acknowledge by our sole creator
But they are being made inferior
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm! True words. Quit revealing.