VOICE OF OUR HEROES

Freedom, the cry of Africa,
To whom it may concern,
For the real heroes, pride of the horn,
They need cheers, not our jeers,
Showing them comfort, and embrace their tears.

Those who died, dead for us,
For the future, for generations,
We need to embrace, yes! We need,
Embracing their tombs,
As if they are here.

Remembering our ancestors,
Not the Roman kings,
But the Nyamwezi chiefs,
Leaders of our souls,
Souls of the fathers.

Where are the dances?
Dances of our mothers,
Joyful and Vigorous sisters,
Stepping in fain,
Our drumbeats, whispering the lakes.

Now it’s our tune,
Tune for glory,
Glory for remembrance,
Of African Greats.