We were promised huge rewards,
Our future seemed to shine,
Our sacrifices would not be in vain,
We would enjoy the abundance Afrika gave,
Land, education, health will all be ours.
We gave ourselves in thousands,
For the cause we believed in,
With hope of a better tomorrow,
Equipped with only loyalty, hope and courage,
Against our oppressor for homeland or death.
When the oppressor was vanquished,
Coming of our aspirations we hoped,
With lots of joy we celebrated,
At last one of ours will guide us,
To the promised land here we come.
How little we knew,
That even our own could betray us,
And bed with our oppressors,
Denounce our aspirations at once,
Are we going to land of honey or misery.
For decades our souls yarn liberty,
Treatment is expensive and no medicines,
Still living in colonial reserves,
Education unaffordable and unrewarding,
Yet our own lead us.
We hoped to erase colonial traces,
Yet our own chose to retain borders,
We hoped to unite the Afrikan family,
Yet our own chose separation,
Ooh how we are wronged.
Why then were our fathers lives cut,
If still their children have their lives cut,
By the same police who served oppressor,
Are we drifting towards our salvation,
Or our degradation.
For long we have heroically celebrated,
The many decades of independence,
Ironically with leaders oppressor depended,
Really is this the meaning of independence,
Or were we to be in-dependence.
