Truly Redeemed Africa

"Redemption is the word of Salvation
Salvation that cometh from meditation
It gives us the new revelation
That open doors for the Nation

We gather together as Champions
To overrule the Law of confusion
That binds us to destruction
And separate us from Unionism

We hold the power to ressurection
That awakens us from defeat
For we define our history
We take part in our victory
With our heritage not as a story
But a revelation to the country
We embrace as our Legacy

Women has risen above expectations
Political parties has embarked on solutions
To free us not only from earthly conditions
But to make room for our opinions
To become part of the freedom dominion

Children are the light to our deliverance
That bringeth the joy to the governance
That will indeed salute repentance
Repentance of the nation to the Creator
To help us create the promise land of our Fore-Fathers
To bring Peace and Let it Reign into all corners of Truly Redeemed
Africa"

I am a Baitsi

I am a Baitsi,
a blind man with a vision.
I was born with no limps but
my sons are walking on my footsteps.

I am harmless,
but you say i'm helpless.
i was brought into this cruel world armless,
but i can reach out and give the warmest hugs you will ever find.

I can see your troubled face,yet i'm blind.
i can hear you crying for help,yet i'm deth.
And i answered your cry in a very loud voice,
and even talked your troubles out of their mission,yet i'm dumb.

Take this name away from me,
and make me a friendly man without freinds,
a noble man without honour,
a king without a kingdom,
a man without identity,
a poet without poetry,
a man with nothing.

Forgotten Hero

In the struggle we have fought,
For our country by white man we were caught,
As slaves by white man we were bought.
Life has stride, for we are left behind
Leaders have lost the African Pride
Now to whites they remain to be kind
Outsiders we remain to be in our land,
Today I have no job, but never mind,
Today I stay in a house so small, a prison cell,
If I was part of the struggle no one can tell,
To remember us as we fought in the struggle leaders do not.
Never mind I reveal the present and past,
The real leader they killed in this game is Steve.
Black power never died, born with color.
Rebels to day remain to be lame,
Now I raise my fist it's not the same,
I fight today for my people again,
I swim in pain as if it's nothing,
All young ones today are happy,
Not knowing the life they live has no truth,
I will sleep and they will remain fighting.
Our leaders now sleep as if they are bitten.