The false drums of hypocrisy still echo on the dust,
And pride rings out only as the bitter harvest of power’s lust.
Across the blood-stained fields, the songs of sacrifice still weep,
As humanity’s souls are lost to the madness of a destructive sleep.
Ages have passed since many a reign was overthrown, yet exploitation reigns,
The drunken public, in the stupor of power, cries out in varied strains.
Those born with dreams upon this sacred, holy land,
Saw the sun swing low, with a hangman’s noose in hand.
In the still silence of the deepest night, a painful wail is heard,
The cries for honour spread like fire, on every single word.
The bleeding soil screams out: Wake up! Let us stand our ground!
Yet we, with timid hearts, let waves of silence surround.
The land burns in the fire of hatred, this rhythm of destruction rings,
Which path will humanity take—darkness or the joy that freedom brings?
We don’t want stories, we don’t want history neatly arranged,
We want a pledge of truth, faith in the heart of justice exchanged.
Not false freedom, but light written in blood, we yearn to see,
Where man will be truly human, and black exploitation flee.
Where honour will be protected, and fundamental rights will stand tall,
Where every heart will sing the victory of truth for one and all.
May the awakened roar of the people pierce today’s dark sky,
May the fire-stream of truth blaze up, burning ever so high.
Break the chains, awaken, everyone, let the call of sacrifice be heard,
To protect this Motherland, once more offer your final word.