In southern Africa's cradle, you lie,
A gemstone nation with beauty in your eye.
From Victoria Falls to Matobo's hills,
Your landscape whispers secrets, ancient still.

Your soul yearns for change, for freedom's call,
For development's promise, to stand tall.
A beautiful house built on your land,
Yet destructive forces, with selfish hand stand to destroy

Where do you want your children to roam?
In streets beset...