Dark dark clouds came to our land
Bandogs with gps in their hands
Brought hate to our beloved land
Our children mourned with bare hands
With wind run tears on their hands
Lost in the sands
Their only water is their wind run tears
Their only gold is sand
The almighty sun is over our land
Brilliant yellow sunlight
Pouring down from the blue sky
Directly over our children s land
This is our lands
Where our children can t stand
The almighty sun
Calls us
To the shining path
Golden valley
Full of stars
In golden dust
Calls us
To the shining path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem