If my song sounds too good
Check my lyrics and learn
Iam a son of Black soil
I may not have more words like William \' Wordsworth\'
But tell my black people it can be done
History was birthed on black land
Before its umbilical cord was cut off
It had grown with wings to fly
To all parts of the world it settled
Who doesn\'t know you my Black People?
When men were chosen to build superpowers
Were you not preferred like cedars of Lebanon?
Your strength and vigour is well known
Tell my black people they are here to shine
It\'s time to educate our own people
When your sons and daughters are despised and killed
Because of skin colour and no rights in foreign lands
When you become doormats to get greencards and Visa
When foreign embassies treats you like foul disease
Then tell my black people whether East or West home is still the best
I may not have advantage of height like Wadsworth \" Longfellow\"
But my voice is pure as the driven snow
Changes won\'t come in words but in deeds
In the mind of great teacher of East Africa
I hear his echo \" if real development is to take place , the people have to be involved\"...Mwalimu Julius Kambarage Nyerere.