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 !
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