They lived without honour
Courage was their guide
Spoke words that we speak
But theirs made a difference.
Buried with blood for their charisma
As a sacrifice for us to live.

A call for hero's and herein
For they portrayed efforts.
If their ghosts would return
Much than what is done would
Be achieved.
With little knowledge and resources
They served with wisdom
Their sweat declared freedom to us
For the development we have is the
Price of their life.

Death robbed them unawares
Washing their faces off the sun of the earth
Their absence is reflected with legacies
"Great efforts last forever" through what
You left soon to follow you.
Your journeys made before us, our destiny awaits
We pray you a happy reach
For what you left is the
Dance of the present