Again my friend
I see you battle
Your everyday struggles
I see you bruised and burned
I see you weary and worried
Again my friend
I see you rise like birds at dawn
Brush your teeth
To get to work
I see people calling you names
I see the colour of your skin
is used to differentiate
I see that you feel broken and bruised
Yet still, My friend
I see you rise
From the ashes
Like a phoenix
Like molten lava
And soar like a golden eagle
Into that sky of freedom
where there is no prejudice
and love prevails
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
any righteous struggle can carry the revolutionary to the higher throne of freedom though there are thousands of backbiting, barriers, censuring................