Despite all our efforts, they still want us to disunite
Our blood is their delight as my country they blight
Bringing fight unwanted to force us to take to flight
Unusual fright is in the land but there is none to indict
No light to brighten our paths for none there is the knight
The peace promised is but a sleight of hand in our sight
For our plight is to vote that our wealth be their right
Deafening disquiet of a once powerful home-land in delight
The height of their insensitivity pushes us to self-ignite
Our collective might as a people no more gives us respite
Not with morale as tight as wood eaten inside by termite
I recite our anthem and I realise that nothing is now alright
Our name is bigger than Elephant but we're cowered like ant
Is this the rite of passage for this giant of Africa spite?
Smite this evil in our land that we shall once again be great
But how could this ever be if you and I don’t make it right
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