Writer: Xolile Charles Mphokela
Hopes and dreams of Afrika beset them
May their spirits fuel our desire for freedom, lest we forget them?
Afrika will one day find joy and peace, that is my belief
My heart wept for their mothers’ grief
They, who went to war without aid of joy
Peace to restore and despair destroy
Our soldiers died to reach an Afrikan solution
They’ve fallen for Afrika’s revolution
Taught to honour peace and injustice overthrow
The pain and hardships they endured, that I’ll never know
They dwelled in each other’s hearts and were brothers in arms
They, who faced death daily and knew no other harms
On Afrikan soil they did rise, and on Afrikan soil they did fall
For peace they did toil, their cause was just. Not big or small
Wars without expiration dates, deaths without end
For Afrika, I pray and hope there’s light at this tunnel’s end
The Thirteen laid down their lives for freedom we sought
Like our forefathers, for whom our freedom did fought and wrought
Foot soldiers in a titanic battle to stop injustice and genocide
Wars must end on our continent. It is thus up to Afrikans to decide
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