We crave a country free, camping at the grassroots – is an army green,
from the bottom of their sea, we see through the pressure and salty scenes
for these sharks, we might be flea, drowned by dreams heavy and mean,
we know how torn flesh flew, yet they hide teeth and point to offered fins
The Youth crave something new, warm sunrises by harbors of endless shores
across counties we rise by morning dew, to claim IDs in brimming rows,
yet within us lie the naïve few, who without the Vote dream of open doors,
full pots with frothing stew, even though our masters leave empty stores
For the many, now wide awake, we hear crushing bangs of bureaucracy,
a system stacked against our deck – an existential threat to democracy,
As Mashujaas, we know the stakes, we’ve heard morbid tales of autocracy,
We organize within Jamiis for our own sake, to alert majamaa of hypocrisy
We’ve sung songs of accountability, to a deaf government serving the few,
our lack of structure was a vulnerability, but with each murder we grew,
We’ve spoken of rights, justice and our ability, yet demands still pile on queue,
Now we empower ourselves with IDentities, Sisi Ndo Mashujaa Wa Jamii
