Hands of dirt; bruised and bloodied// The hands of the masses rise// The hands of the masses are raised with absolute defiance// The hands of the masses rise// The hands of the masses are raised with absolute power// The hands of the masses rise, they rise higher// The hands of the masses shape history// The hands of the masses become fists of freedom!// Rise! Rise! Rise!// Rise for liberation! Rise for humanity! Rise for peace!// Rise! Rise! Rise!//
The song of Africa creates waves!// The song of Africa crumbles the monuments of old!// The song of Africa conquers the mountains!// The song of Africa cannot be made still!//
We are all one, united by destiny// The divisions of today shall dissolve// The imperialists will face the tyranny// The capitalists will face the tyranny// The tyranny of justice comes to thee// Liberation and freedom awaits us all// And a red star is rising// Sounding the call!// The call of the chained guardians// The call of the chained children// The call of the poor// The call of the hungry// The call of the forgotten// And a red star is rising// Uniting us all!//
May the countless others who gave their lives soon cry together//
Arm in arm//
As the red berets forge the path//
As the red berets bolster our hearts//
Let the land be reclaimed//
Let justice be seen//
Let the prosperity be abundant//
Let democracy be true//
Let the people be joyous//
Let life be cherished//
Let Africa be//
The love of the people will claim victory//
This is the century of the oppressed!// This is the century in which we will achieve freedom!//
Workers of the world unite!// A red star rises!// Rise! Rise! Rise!// Raise your fists! Raise your spirits!// The struggle continues and cannot end!// Workers of the world unite!//
-by me, August Gardens