Gun shots everywhere are heard,
For us yet another day hard,
Conditions of life saddening and bad,
But for there country we must die hard.
Our freedom we want, we demand,
Back we want our motherland,
Out we sent them from our sand.
Fifty years later,
We can roam out and larger,
A nation made happier.
But out there,
In a mud-thatched hut somewhere,
We ,us, I sit there,
Listening to the radio as we stare.
Not with joy but anger,
We are forgotten,
Although we saved us from danger,
But we are seen as the nations burden,
We sing the song of forgotten heroes,
For we are the heroes,
The fallen heroes.
BY: MATIKO MARWA