Our futures are full of Hopes and excitements
For we shall disagree and agree within our apartments
We shall shake the world with our Golden scope
We shall make our word like a molden soap
Fear and dismay might tremble at our relays
We shall stay together to find Solace
In tears and beautiful smile
Shall we all receive the fruits of our labour
It's our land, it's our father's land
We shall defend and fight till the end
Shall we fly over the fence
Just like African thunderstorm?
Shall we sly over our strength?
Just like a prodigal Grandson?
We are youthful, indomitable and bold
We shall all remold our nation together
Victory is ours, let's stay forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem