Rejoice, reclaim and sing today,
oh, 'tis the independence day.
The flag flies high,
heads held higher.
A happy note rebounds through the foyer.
Children with their tinkling laughs,
celebrating the day we became free.
Tis an opportune moment for our country.
But wait, do we know what we are celebrating,
the price of this freedom was paid in blood,
Oh yes, they were not celebrating then, tears fed the
growing flood.
Thousands died, this opportune day,
whose memories in dusty history books do lay.
How can we forget a sacrifice of such magnitude?
Why are we wasting it all in our ingratitude?
They fought and they died for us,
for a golden future, not for a nation gathering dust.
How can we relax and enjoy,
while the pulsing heart of our country cracks like a toy.
We are not free, and will never be,
not until we realise that this freedom isn't free,
we owe it to those unsung heroes,
to realise their dreams and raise our nation to amazing
heights after all the lows.
It is our responsibility, our ancestors, our country,
let us pledge today to honour their memory.
