I
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
Copyright © Collen Gaga | Year Posted 2017
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