They say our youth have no voice
They say we are lazy to fight our cause
We fought many battles and lost none
Africa cradle the bedrocks of Champions
Yet we failed the promising rising sun of today
Our fathers sat and observed the circles of life
Our mothers sang the songs of freedom with bare chest
By the river of Niger area we sat to recite
"Our lives matters, end police brutality"
Who atlas shall be our saviour in this fit?
Those ordained to lead now desire to rule us
from our graveyard
The end is near, a new song is about to be sing
Our mothers weep no more and cover your shame
Our fathers stand aloft with tall shoulders high
Never again will any sons of Africa be made slave
in their fathers' pride land
They thought this nightmare will fades into oblivion
Our leaders beware, a new dawn have just begin
read the lines and see the dark clouds gathering
It has began.....
And the dark clouds fades away for a rising sun
We are with you Nigeria. Get rid of psychophants calling themselves leaders. Here in Zim we are not doing better. We shall overcome one day
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'And the dark clouds fades away for a rising sun' - certainly so! All the very best to the oppressed and deprived people of Africa and Latin America!