Written by Bright Ugo
Our motherland sighed, she heaved in grief.
Her soul is heavy; her spirit spent.
She watched her children shackled;
By chains of hate, crimes and subjugation
A hate of self, a hate of our spirit, our culture.
Too long have we sat in the stillness, married the shadows,
Waiting for our chains to fall, waiting for crumbs.
Too long have we squandered the fruits of her womb,
Our spirit battered by centuries of colonial powers.
But alas and alack! For our oppressors.
Our dawn approaches, the black man shall awake,
And find his limbs charged and mighty,
He shall shine among nations.
From our motherland we shall draw strength to stand.
We will be the symbol of the freed.
Like the lions of Namibia, we will roar,
And like the eagle, soar.
Our song will be one: victory, freedom and hope.