In tears and blood I was birthed,
Becoming a tribe of people unwanted and rejected.
While others were in the cradle of evolution,
Here I was learning of life from the harsh hand of colonisation.
"Unity and peace", they preached,
Yet the blue bloods' table was a height I could never reach.
Times and seasons, they say, come and go,
But I spent my youth in endless hope.
Children of my skin were born to me,
I grinned, redemption is nigh, the masters must flee.
Had I known, the master's whip ripped my flesh and cut bare my soul.
For my children became their own worst foes.
Oh! How my children have fallen! (The wailing of a despaired mother)
The dam of my tears break loose,
Ravaging my land like a deranged moose.
Mixed with the tears is the blood from my womb
Painting my land red, like the scarlet full moon.
But herein comes my salvation.
All bloods speak, and mine carries the cry of redemption.
My fertile blood touches the earth and reproduction is inevitable.
New children are being born to me, a nation strong and mighty, wise and able.