The land of milk and honey Greener pasture for Hungary cows Hmm Plenty nourishment Country of black development Though unequal changes Yet Peace and unity prevail Until the last days of White's intrusion
Black turned to white White became dominant Black became recessive But why?
Black became second class And they became first But why?
The black however is complete Be it assimilation, culture Of course built out of dust
Then it was a happy world Then it was a free life Then it was serene unity Despite Our "Barbaric Savaging" So they said...
There was a hard-earned civilisation There was a culture There were languages in multiple The religion was rich Of course with sacrifices
But now, O My God! It is a colossal of disappointment A complete annihilation By the blasphemous whites
The green turned to brown The black changed to coloured No identity! No more happy home Only a complete destitutions of your children
O am afraid of the great name Called before with zealous mind And praised beyond measure Yet The mountain shall bow The forest shall disappear The structures raised shall collapse All ears shall tingle Fore-fathers raised with avenging hearts; For all their labours thrown to dogs
If the mighty name is called Giant Elephants and lions, Great mountains not even Everest shall disappear Seas and Oceans shall empty The guilty ones death, living and coming would seek sanctuary Fearing the quake of the great name And Its coming wrath!
My innocent soul My inexperienced self My unworthy mind and mouth Is bursting in pain For conceiving the thoughts of this great and worthy name
Only the patriots Only the sinless Only the incorruptible ones Only the saints Only the non racist whites Only the Great and Mighty God Can Lift my soul; my opened mouth and holding my left and right hands Barjay helping in laying my **** on a solid Rock; sitting and ringing The announcement bell As a sigh and sign of approval; To call the unbeatably indomitable The gigantic and the enormous name Of which, Our great grand fathers and ancestors died building and shaping toward perfection Only a small whisper But A giant name rushes out
A-F-R-I-C-A!!!
Quaking me to numb stillness May you live long To claim your past glories and bring back sanity May you search right and destroy The traitors, intruders and damage their wicked hearts beyond repair dead or alive
O Africa! Africa my Motherland! Do not be vexed with our leadership's arrogance Make them realise; Realise the danger that lies ahead The demons they are carving and building Ruining not I alone But WE and their hopeful generations to come!
For change to come we must all participate collectively
O My Africa! Save us from destruction And take us Home! Home Again!
James Gibek Jude (4th May 2005) Tribute to Independent celebration 1st October