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If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

When shall we again sing the redemption songs?
The strings of freedom are long forgotten in my nation
Injustice is their system and we pledge to resistance
The freedom our mothers and fathers fought for is enjoyed by the exclusive
The songs of freedom only sound in their ears oh the Lion of my land
Is it not yesterday we condemned injustice and oppression of us the sub Saharan?

Is this what you fought for oh Tongogara?
They enjoy the tax payer’s bread on arms to tyrannize him
I’m embarrassed of my motherland who acquisitions arms in a not
For war but its citizens, then shall it be a state with inhabitants in terror?
We have suddenly became terrorists and suspects in our motherland oh Nehanda
It seems you fought for the graduation of black oppression instead of independence oh my King Nkomo
Raise your head and experience a glance the morning sun again
Those who points out evil are now the enemy by our own leaders
Ask me of the scent of food, water, freedom right I hardly can tell but
I can draw for you the sound of guns sirens teargas button sticks, shockers and
The weight of hand cuffs as well as the walls of Chikurubi and
Oh Lobengula let your bones rise for us our cherished grandpa

For how long oh Kaguvi shall we be second class citizens in our homes
They prefers a white friend for a black one Neo-colonialism some call it
The marketplace you left us oh King Musika are now for the Asian investors
Not it is bad, but our prohibition of vending even in the corners of our towns
You find your child under the rod of a lawman not for crime but gathering for his
Family while foreigners and elite ones are marketing indoors
In their road blocks it either you are white or you pay

If this is freedom the lock me up in chains of slavery
They fail to respect the edicts we contracted on as one, and claim our freedom fo us
Is it so
They rule the book not by it or letting to rule.
Wealthy and deep pockets is abiding by the law for the tribunal is on sale
Justice is now found in the market place than the courtrooms
Say a word against them congratulate me if you see the morning sun
We pray for our sons and daughters oh Lion of my nation,
For how long shall they persecute our prophets oh Fathers of Africa
Chikurubi has rather been turned into a church and school for the just lie in her bosom
For how long o God shall we be captive in our own homes
If things gets hard we calm if they are harder were most calm
In their hardest times composure dwells in us but the time has come
Tajamuka, sesijamukile hatichada sesifuni enough is enough
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