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forsaken efforts
Joyous salutations to our great nation.
That I deliver with passion.
Of cause through ululation (ululation)
Before l convey my message allow me to praise our great warriors.
Who unfortunately could not make it.
But granted us an expensive gift.
The great gift to feel the great breeze from our waving flag.
The gift of freedom that could only be paid by blood.
Yet it left us positive to claim our mothers and fathers with pride.
Yes, we are the daughters and sons of Mbuya Nehanda and Sekuru Kaguvi.
But today l cry out to our mothers our fathers,
our brothers and sisters who gave their lives in the 1st and 2nd Chimurenga
fighting to wipe out all brutality that came towards us,
Fighting for equal recognition as humans not animals,
Fighting to alter the disgusting mentality that being black is a disability.
I cry to you my ancestors,
We have forsaken you.
We have become the prodigal daughters and sons of our country.
Erasing all the objectives you fought for.
Forgetting the meaning of our flag.
Ignorant to the lyrics of the national anthem.
Training our tongues to disregard our language.
Ambitious to flee from our land.
As it gives us a recognition as successful.
Fleeing to the very people who drank your blood for satisfaction.
The same enemy who sank bullets to your skulls for fame.
Shameful it is,
We walk passionately with our heads up high.
Delighted to be the hens to the hungry farmer.
Cheerfully cuffing ourselves.
Watching their greedy smiles as they harvest our souls.
Amputating all you stand for.
Forget that once they called us the most hated animal on all earth.
It’s time we take caution and open our eyes,
Time to use our vision and see that,
Sahara Desert has more vegetation than the greener pastures we desire.
Sleepless nights and rest less days trying to make all ends meet.
But yet never enough.
Has made our obsession like that of mice running in a spinning wheel.
It’s time to go back home.
Put the same passion and dedication,
Give the same loyalty to our mother land.
And see lf it does not reciprocate our sweat with sweet.
I humble myself and ask for our motherland
To bleach our sins and grant us what we choose to be slave’s for.
To uplift us and remind us that,
No place is better than home.
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rutendo cinderella Mashu
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