My Child
Be free to the wild my child
Eyes that are envious green
Longing to escape captivity
Be free to the wild my child
Staring at the painted sky
Wishing for a shooting star to be reality
Be free to the wild my child
Cold stoned floors
Just like their hearts
Be free to the wild my child
Locked in the zoo
Roar your cries
Allergic to the silence
Be free to the wild my child
OH’ they won't be sorry
For empty stomachs hungry for freedom
BE FREE TO THE WILD MY CHILD
Since the curtains have closed
For you freed yourself to the wild in the sky
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My country
Our world