That time has come
That unavoidable journey
That day like a thief in the night.
Since
To God we belong
To God we return.
God rented us
A man with a dream
Unexpectedly he saw day
Buzichya became his description
Without a warning ,
He left us consternated.
That dream of love
That dream on oneness
That dream of one Africa
That dream is a a legacy
That legacy is a seed.
Under a cloudless sky
Into unsoiled soil
In a nation of God’s corner
That seed is planted.
Slowly but surely
It will sprout
Heading to harvest
Of a new generation
A rare breed of pan Africanists
With a new vision
Of one and common goal
To make Africa greater
Borderless and peacefully
And united as one
For ever and ever.
Here is the African finest seed
Into Africa finest soil, it is planted.
ONE ZAMBIA ONE NATION
ONE NATION ONE AFRICA
ONE AFRICA ONE REVOLUTION
L O N G L I V E K K.
