PARADISE FOR THE GRENDELS
Standing on the hill of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.

Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.

Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were traded like commodities,
Rights, trampled upon,
Lower classes, made labourers and creators...