The Zulu Crier

THE ZULU CRIER Where thou thee Sons of Afrika There over the edge is a halo It's coming to crown the world He who stands wear it first So rise up my people, my children For we had long remain knelt to the giant That charmeleon, Ananse of our indiference End him now with the swords of oneness You Asante man marry that Buganda maid You Zulu landlord accomodate that Fula Thee Igbo barter with that Nubian Yee men, men of this land, I call ! All tribes, all caste of Afrika Know thy neighbour Break the land's fences down And travel the sands and the rocks From Cape Town to Alexandria From Capo Verde to Eritrea And share the goodness, tastes of Afrika Of our new communism The twenty firsst revolutionary calls Now, Now, before the sun downs With joy and pride. Awake Mama Afrika !