I passed by and saw an ugly sight:
The ones whose names we chanted in the streets
Sitting on Chinese chairs in the government house
Eating our dreams like pounded yam
For now
For now we are the forgotten ones
Whose names are alien to their lips
Until our thumbs are crucial to their win
They will come again
In due season, they will come again
With their mouths drooling of empty promises
To ride on us like donkeys to victory
The things our eyes have seen our mouths cannot say
Alas! We have been deceived
In broad daylight, without guns
Our own have robbed us of a glowing future
Come, freedom fighters
Come back and see the anguish
That has become of the nations you traded your lives for
Come, come, come and see the ruins of your toil