We are the children of black and white colors,
The gray-toned offspring,
We should have been pure like bright children,
But we embarked with a calamity,
We should have been as meticulous as the Honorable Umar.
We are humans,
Our sins, our virtues,
Pain, and sometimes sweet endings,
We laugh at our pitiable state,
Instead of being grateful, we lean towards rebellion,
For some reason, we often don’t learn our lessons,
Today we lament yesterday’s sorrows,
Tomorrow we mourn today’s losses,
That’s what it means to be human.
