Mom, you're blessed with all that your children need
With your sweet heart , the Whiteman you welcomed with his pleads
And bastardized you and your childern with greeds
Yes ! A lot you reserved for us your kids

Now old and tired , your elder sons replace
Constantly, the juniors remain in frown faces
Mom, your wealth , good heart and love elders don't showcase
With dejected cries , our cries roam from place to place

To brothers, when your younger kids complain
They'II beat , lock us up and stop us to explain
Oozing tiers from mom's eyes in pain
Mom , we wake and sleep with empty hands and stomack again and again

They do say they love you mama, what lies ?
As we weep , secretly , everything is put in their bellies
Of you I often hear pleasant faded stories
Seen to the whites , live your grandbabies

Not I like seeing our mother frustrated
As elders wash us with wickedness and hatred
Grieving mom hates seeing Her elegant offsprings dejected
You do see , smell , hear and feel how we are maginalized and descriminated

But mom you do not speak
You sit and watch us dying , the weak
Don't you want to see your sons at the joyous pick?
We're tired , unhappy and sick!

Tell us, are we stepped - children to you ?
Is it that your wealth should only be enjoyed by the few ?
No wonder at you your poor arrogant children spew
See how old , disrespected and forgotten you grew .