Won’t you help to sing the song of Bob Marley
If ‘tis all we seem to have!
For how long shall they kill our PEOPLE
Genocide after genocide
Whilst everybody stands and looks …
When shall the Children taste the fruit
From the freedom tree watered at its root
By the blood of our people before us
Oh! What a shame on the ‘body of nations’!
Jumping from left to right, round and round
Wasting time, when ever The Burnt Faces are at the receiving end!
Let that old black fist of AMANDLA rise up high
Now open to make it STOP, to make it STOP!