Oh Africa, my Africa
How I wish I could wipe away your tears
To alleviate, no eliminate your suffering
To return you to your former glory
Help you to reclaim your exalted place
In the annals of this epoch.
We’ve defeated the colonial slave master
To be ruled by mindless martyrs
And greedy, blood-thirsty bastards
Whose only desire is personal power
Achieved through the murder of innocence
And callously maintained with armed intolerance.
Where now are the people’s leaders?
Where are the revolutionary ideals?
Gone and buried in the blood-soaked fatherland
Forgotten amid the greater carnage of commerce
And crushed beneath the grinding wheels of progress
As we all look on so helpless.
Stand tall sisters and brothers
Honour the memory of the father and mother
Together we can stem the tide
Let the children live with pride
United we can dream again
Freed from the shackles of relentless strain.
Once more to claim our place in the sun
Without fear of persecution and harm
Our voices can be raised as one
Ubuntu! Uhuru! We will sing freedom’s song
Of Africa, my Africa
The struggle carries on!
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