The night is so grim,

So are the paths of my people.

Like the overflow of the River Nile,

Torrents of tears wash away their smiles.

The cedarwood is so indomitable,

So are the will of my people.

In spite of the roughness of the way,

They still manage to survive day by day.

The jaguars are so selfish,

So are the leaders of my people.

But like their ancient ancestors,

My people have determined to vanquish these traitors.

The sun is so bright,

So are the faces of my people.

Like royal queens and kings,

Their supreme majesty, the wind shall forever sing.

The azure sky is dazzling and beautiful,

So are the broods of my people.

Royal princesses and princes___

Future queens and kings of these fertile provinces.

These midnight whispers are full of sorrow and cold,

So are the hearts of my people.

Where is the freedom that my people claimed to gain?

Or did the blood they shed was all in vain?

This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.