Wake Up

The story of the unknown Has been unravelled And now the weak, strong and fearless Have all fled on their heel Leaving that blameless child in a shattering state To fight for his guiltless life He cried so loud As the blade of the knife fast approaches We spit on the grave of our posterities For telling the hidden stories of our past To those from the far land And now they use it as a weapon against us Our people have all fled our land The land they once cherished And fought for with their blood, tears and sweat Their lives they now carry as golden eggs Never looking back to dear motherland The land that once flowed with milk and honey But that blameless child in our mud house Died without knowing the stories of our existence Dig the grave of our ancestors Pray their bones come back to life For they cannot stay in their silence Pretending all is well with us They must tell us the hidden stories of our past Our generation must know the unmodified Stories of our existence and dwelling Wake up forefathers of our land You have slept too long Wake up and tell us why you sold our hoes and cutlasses And now our farmlands have lost all its nutrients Leaving our people hungry Wake up and tell us why you took cola nut and a bottle of schnapp And gave our young gorgeous women into slavery Wake up and tell us why we now drink from the cup Instead of the calabash We have too long stayed in exile Now is time to return to the home of the forgotten soul Play the frontonfrom drum Tune the xylophone Jingle the maracas Tell the tree fellers to play the flutes For the sweet melodies our past Must welcome us back to the deserted home Of the forgotten soul Home is where we belong For we have long stayed in that far land Wake up spirits of our ancestors Wake up posterities of our past Wake up from your perennial sleep You have slept in silence for too long.