Africans place your ears in
a plate and present it to me
may my heart and your be of
a lion that spot a lonely antelope
down the hill, as we dance to this
song of rebellion. we must rise along
with the sun and point towards
freedom.
My song of rebellion, we beat our
drums from the starving horn of
Africa as our voices intorxicate
by the sound of our drums makes
it way thourgh the veins that make
us one parcel,
we must rise with the sun againt
corruption.
My song of rebellion, freedom ain't
air our blood we must trade, peace
is a diamoud but we must not give up
our rights in pursuit of it.
We must rise along with the wild
Africa sun againt these leaders that find
joy in our strugle, may the courage of this
song weaken the courupt soul of our leader.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This song is really good. I hope it's a song that is sung often in Africa, cause it is really, really, really good.