It is fifty now
Yet what a pity now
It is difficult to say how
But at last you can't wait to shout wow!
Prior to independence were dead stones without ears
Ere half their days in a dark world and wide
Dancing to the rhythm of extortionist leadership for years
Wow! thank God for independence to confide
Optimism was our next option
But could nepotism ever let this option function?
creating a pseudo leadership and fellowership in duo
Oh what a pathetic status quo
Still swinging to sweep the days of the traitors
Their songs are wrong for these days
Let's blend their rhythm with our composition
And create a new song for her