Rise the flag Zimbabwe, Christopher Semu

In the heart of southern Africa, where the rivers run so wide, A land of ancient kingdoms stood, with pride they did not hide. But chains were laid upon her soil, by empire’s cold decree, And the people cried for freedom, for their land to once more breathe. Raise the flag, oh Zimbabwe, let your colors fly so high, From the ruins of Rhodesia to the freedom in your sky. Through the struggle and the sorrow, through the fire and the flame, You rose with Robert Mugabe, and the world would know your name. The bush became the battleground, the voices turned to steel, The comrades marched in silence, for a dream they’d make real. The Lancaster talks were spoken, the tide began to turn, And the sun rose over Harare with a fire that still burns. Raise the flag, oh Zimbabwe, let your colors fly so high, From the ruins of Rhodesia to the freedom in your sky. Through the struggle and the sorrow, through the fire and the flame, You rose with Robert Mugabe, and the world would know your name. But the road was not all golden, and the truth is never plain, The hero wore a crown of thorns and brought both hope and pain. Still, the tale of liberation, in the winds will always stay, A nation born from sacrifice, that dared to find its way. Raise the flag, oh Zimbabwe, let your spirit never die, From the b***d of revolution to the dream that touched the sky. Though the pages may be turning, let the people bear the flame, For they rose with Robert Mugabe — and the world still speaks their name.