A CRY

Folks die for foolish rumour
Authourity in the hands of
selfish proud peasant
Parasites forgot independence
Now singing praises

He is scared to death
Sent a peasant to adress
The press
journalist don't know
What freedom is

Where is the pride of 1986
Promises of empty buckets
If the father is a thug
why to trust a son

Whoever taste on the nation cake
Word slur past a minute
Even the land is not our own
Why the struggle

After the bush
Freedom songs rhymed
Peace is sweet
The cool breeze.

In a blink of an eye
Changed vision , rythyms
Whispers in the city
"A rebel well known"

Ignition of a blood shed
"Ni moto Nawaka"
"Mama Ni moto Nawaka"

Do or die
Who cares
The pride of my country demolished
Freedom song questioned
The parl becomes a desert

"Oh my mother land
May God uphold thee
We lay our future in thy hands"

If thee is not upheld
then fire in the city
People's hearts with weight
Desperate for a change.