With a rounded eyes and not too tall,    
Like a dark blueberry that fall              
With a curly hair but not too small,      
Like a futile shell that installed.            

Covered with refined green in aerial,
Blushed with light blue in terrestrial,
Clear drifting water of mineral,
Like real golden grain of cereal.

Swept by reminishing the mem’ries,
When captured by other countries,
Impaled by their nasty activ’ties,
Hallowed the heart of the ladies.

Our cheeks with drops of rain in disguised,
While deserting the place of mice,
Grudging our father and to demise,
Our land with invaluable price.

You can see us in the wild maze none,
Co’z the land in our palm was gone,
When they killed her one and only son,
All of his dreams were left undone.

Product of knave they infuse to us,
Iniquity they laced on us,
They slapped us in front of the mass,
“Where is justice”, we simply asked.

Why are we surpassing these sorrows?
… because of our **** black color?
You bang us with your fatuous harrow!
Do you think our minds are narrow?

Be dauntless and wield your dignity,
In spite of their brutality!
Cultivate the solidarity
In your poor personality!