By Tinevimbo Mandima O Motherland - entwined by oppression O Motherland, your elegancy once pleased the eyes of whiteman, the western countries, Now, even, fellow natives flee from your corrupted chains of oppression. The roots of your economy Have all wilted, and the soils around it have run dry. Yet you're near ponds of water moisture of growth and proserity is around you. But still you can't use it. Look at the flowers of Saharan countries, In desserts, fields of sand and sand dunes without even a single drop of water, But they managed to stay unwilting. Corruption is a disease that is in every country, Yet your flowers crumble down Like you're the only soul who's burning in hell, Other nation are also sick But they look fit in the eye O Motherland Is it the chains of corruption Or it it is your own failure, And chains of opression That are binding your democracy So did the freedom fighters sacrifice their lives for a rotting spine? So why did they lose their lives, if the steak that they fought for is now rotting. O Motherland Have you no wisdow About prosperity and corrupt soils, Corruption is an oppression that chains this rotting nation