Prepare your selves for the struggle
The struggle that will unfold as the wrangle
The one Sembene talks about in his strike
The voice comes as far as east Africa in Lome and Accra
The struggle will request us to trace our past in as far as Nile
Where voices of elephants, lioness roar a mile
They roar for the hide of the bag I carry
Like the land repossessed in Zimbabwe and them are unstoppably.
My glasses cannot see a distant war
They resist with the fear of the change
The change even ring warriors fear but face
Yet they rumble in hope of the gold
Yet trees with their green that invite melodious bed songs,
I will help me not to forget the sufferings of the people.
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