In those days, forefathers days
Those days, our mother was Victoria, agreen queen
She carried baskets of hope on its back ring
Laughing and chanting extreme songs
Leveling such lives ontop of the banquet

In those days, our queen's days
Those days, when our mother underscored white grapes
Children carried baskets of tears
Fighting for freedom, up there
of self rule
Inevitable change so desirable
braced in fears
Resistible they turned, blazed
with hot terms
And overcame their staring strengths

In those days, nyasarodesia's days
Those days were days of our fore fathers
Under came the absolute life rule
Preaising, bending down tributes
of bulge
Praising the heaven ruler of endless gifts
The great events we learn, on long pages

Now such were days, over they are
As we trod so hard and perched
at democracy
Our rights ruler over the frozen king
On the brown glue that embraces us
Sweet events are learned on long pages

Paul Mwenelupembe

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