THE LAND IS OURS TO OCCUPY
Strangers in the land of our birth, we roam-
In the windy streets paved with our gold.
Slaves in bondage - by our brothers sold,
Where shall we go, where shall we call home?
Hunger is un-subsidized, our stomach groans-
And our noses revolt with each hopeful whiff.
Our heart are occupied with fermented grief-
As we die at the foot of their golden thrones.
Did he not bear promises of freshened breath-
As he came us - and no shoe adorned his feet?
Did we not with joy play for him the kingly beat?
Feet shoed, he gifts us now with sweetened death.
Now beggars in our fathers land, we scavenge-
Sheep, Goats and fowls in this animal farm,
Cassava we eat, while wheat rots in their barn.
Today, we go out, to walk the paths of revenge
Occupy the land, let our voices invade their bliss-
Tomorrow will bear fruits only if we water it today.
So with blood and sweat -death- we shall pay:
For that is the currency in the economy of peace.