I hear his voice everyday,
Saying the same words,
With the same man on his neck,
How can he breathe?

That was the voice of Africa,
Calling out for a quick help,
But no one could help out,
Because we all can’t breathe.

Same voice in every victim,
But the devils could not hear,
Their hearts are made of rocks,
So many monstrous beats!

This is how my country screams,
In the hands of con masters,
How can she be developed,
When she cannot breathe?

This voice has always been there,
Right from the creation of man,
How can earth be a peaceful home,
When no one can breathe?

Children are screaming,
And parents cannot hear,
They will not make us...