If This Is Freedom Take Me To Robinson Island

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