Africa Arise - Nyaboke Chweya

 

 

Gunshots rip the air,

Houses are torched with fire,

Heavy footsteps shake the ground,

While screams of agony tear across the valley.

Women are raped and lain bare,

Men maimed and slaughtered to death,

As their children watch in horror.

 

People scatter in all directions,

Children clinging tightly on their mothers

As they grope blindly in the dark.

 Choking in the heavy smoke.

The blood of the innocent souls flow like a river ‘

To appease the spirits of greedy men.

 

How long shall they kill our people?

How long shall innocent blood pour

To enrich these greedy mongrels?

How long shall our people suffer?

With empty skeletal bodies and hollow eyes?

How long will our children starve?

With empty plates and protruding stomachs?

 

 

Arise! Africa - arise!

Enough! Is enough!

It is time to take up arms,

And fight for our liberation

For the future of our generations

Arise! Africa- arise!

Stand united against the enemy

Who gains from our division

Arise and unite.

Embrace each other with a brotherly huge.

 

Africa shall rise!

Africa shall prosper!

Africa shall tower!

When all unite as one.

embokeh: Service

embokeh: Service: You may grow to great riches and glory   You may toil for yourself through the day   You may write in your record and story     ...

embokeh: Service

embokeh: Service: You may grow to great riches and glory   You may toil for yourself through the day   You may write in your record and story     ...

Service

You may grow to great riches and glory

 

You may toil for yourself through the day

 

You may write in your record and story

 

  The struggle you've met on the way;

 

But vain is the fame that you've boast of,

 

  and wasted the years that you can scan,

 

the strength you have not made the most of,

 

If you've rendered no service to man.

 

 

If something of you isn't living

 

  Long after the spirit is has fled;

 

If your hand seizes the toiling and giving

 

  The minute your body is dead,

 

You have quitted this world as a debtor

 

  and failed in the infinite plan;

 

If you leave not one roadway that's better,

 

  You have rendered no service to man.

 

 

"You may work for the profits of labor'

 

  And claim all its payments in gold;

 

But then if you help not your neighbor,

 

 

                                                                                  Your toil is both selfish and cold;

 

If it brings no delight to another,

 

  No rest to an overworked clan,

 

The earth shall your memory smoother,

 

  For you have rendered no service to man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"For the things men are planning and doing

 

   Must be for the joy of all.

 

the sum of the goals we're pursing

 

   Unselfishly world wide

 

 

And if anybody's burdens are lighter

 

  Than when your poor being began,

 

You have dismally failed as a fighter,

 

  For you've rendered no service to man."