Classic Poem

The indigenous people wandering in the big city
Originally had few dreams
Our unique blood flows over our bodies
Not knowing if tomorrow will be the same
The indigenous people live in the dark when hurt
We want to go home
We have forced ourselves to pretend otherwise not knowing
If tomorrow will be the same
How we long to go home how we long to go home
But in fact you and I are the same
Young people earning money in the factories
Young girls forced into bed
Understanding that life isn't simple
Not knowing if tomorrow will be the same
What is the future of the indigenous people? It's
Still one of bitterness
I'm nervous about the answer not knowing
If tomorrow will be the same
How we long to go home how we long to go home
But in fact you and I are the same