Let it stop the painful crying and dying of children of Turkana let it stop let the pitiful look of parents watching their kids die in their arms end let it stop let the mothers nevermore dig graves for infants let it stop Let the dehydration and pangs of hunger in Turkana end let it
Savannah of Lions and Morans our fatherland the land of Mau Mau the land of the lionhearted the land we know as home the land soaked with our heroes blood for our freedom the land going to the dogs the land sold away the land betrayed we shall redeem our land (Refrain) we shall redeem
When the sun goes down, When the milling of the city subsides, When you go home, When honking and blaring ceases, the city heart pulses yet. Tens of families beds their sacks, on stinging cold and dirty street verandahs Bathed in anonymity . The sad souls snore in the dirty sidewalks and a few strut
My city speaks, Nah,., I don't mean whisper's It actually talks, It has this seductive voice, That makes farmers become hawkers, Anyone in her claws is a free prisoner Living minimum wage When they could actually pay wages My city is not for the weak, It ain't for the faint hearted, You need frog eyes
I cannot stand the current state of affairs. We, the people of Zimbabwe, cannot fathom the level of indecency, corruption and greed. I cannot see beyond the vision of the leaders who supposedly have a future for us. Zimbabwe my land, my home, my sanctuary You’ve turned into a place of desolation, poverty and confusion.
I refuse to be put down, shushed and silenced treated as though my existence is nothing more than an error. I refuse to lower my head in shame or allow you to undermine and distort my history the story told by my name the truth that makes you shiver My strength may cause you to