Like a silent breath, breathed upon the self shadows,
We remember the heroes who stood under the sun,
and fought in the rain seeking freedom.
Their emancipation struggle were like a
dance in the desert,
but their voices echoed through the forests of hope.

Like those whose saw beyond their time,
they fought for a future to shine the touch of hope.
Even in the shadows of memories,
their bravery reflect on the dimples of a African Child

We remember the hand of a Zik of Africa,
We remember the voices of a Mandela
We will always remember the deeds of all African heroes
In their ideal dreams they made us to believe in hope
Their own sufferings and experiences inspired us,
For we are the masters of our own destinies.

Confined by the bars to break their soul,
Their will to die made their ideals stronger.
So, they pushed and wrestled the walls,
which seek to make the people's disabilities permanent.
They inspired us to stand up and do great things, we will always remember.

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