Walk me to the mountains of peace,
Where freedom flags were raised in sorrowful joy.
Hold my shaking hand tight,
Talk to my patriotic mind slow,
With me sing Viva,
Deep into African forests.
Dark forests marred by unforgiving thorns,
Fattened by African flesh.
Show me the graves,
In Chimoio and Nyadzonya
Where forgiving souls rest,.
Take me to Sharpeville,
Where history was made.
And where the Hutus and Tutsis rest Innocent souls,
There we shall pray.
That gory death met and embraced.
Souls that fell to the bullet’s wrath.
“Rest in Peace”
Forgive my tears if there they fall,
It is but sad stories.