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I I the great leader of Africa, A true revolutionary of the pan African struggle The acquitter ’s blood I enjoy, in the tears and sweat Of the peasantry, I stroke and baptize all descendants I the great dance of poverty rhymes, mambo in the melodies Of the howls, mourning and weeping of the ancient and infantry I the prodigious leader of liberation skirmish Who can sojourn me? Who can rheostat me? I for one the predecessor of soil they are sons to Neither death nor era stances my way I am greater than the commonalities. My voice, Is a sword that incisions with both ends Remind me my accountabilities and see the morning sun I slay in any angle age nor gender despise you are mine on not I am Malta all my age mates are departed, bereavement Took them to their ancestors as I animate to demonstrate my supremacy In the heights of Nyanga flora and fauna trembles the echoes of my voice My word is the judiciary I am the law the rule is me. I the forebear of peoples, leader of a race As black as my skin is my heart Only bullets can confiscate my Crown Ballots reinforces I myself and radicalize thy I enjoy their pitiful demonstrations peace rains on me I their reigns Their pursuit for freedom springs me hopefulness in my livelihood Their pursuit for justice decorate the shields an medals of my great success Where ever they are, my ancestors are gratified, my comrades are awe-struck This is what they suffered for in the thick forests of our land, Oppression, poverty and suffering and injustice, a fight amongst us I a revolutionary who enjoys dressing every newborn in Jewelry, jewelry of chains in hands and leg irons To the rich paint them gold, my patriots and commissars I get them aluminum chains. This is my story I the great leader of liberation revolutionary A devoted pan Africanist and a leader of race Miss your dread I be defeated my legacy, stay forever frightened