Bam was the crow that woke us all at dawn,
for every step the noise took, hearts were drawn.
Even blind men dared not go have a sight.
It’s judgement by the sword, none has a right.
But we still peeped outside and saw a band,
instrumentalists raving on our land.
No bush to hide in, our grasses are lawns,
the strongest of men have been turned to pawns.
Freedom has been our chant, all day and night.
What we see today gives a ray of light.
None of the oppressors are on our land,
the band is here to tell us where we stand.