My pen bops and moves in slow cadence
To the soft throb of melodic words; inviting poetry
Come; partake in this great celebration
Of freedom and sovereignty
Earned from fiery struggles burnt into our history like cane
Not by fame or favour; but with sweat and fortitude,
For love of country this freedom came
In sleepless nights and endless toil to battle rule of crown
Fathers of our nation, brothers of our soil
You who travail with determination and triumph
Hurdling systems of political barriers and fierce foreign strife
To liberate this country from clutch of colony
How your tears must have flowed to bring us this liberty
Though, now silenced into the night
And in your peaceful eminence lie
Yet still, your coat of glory wears
It's my prayer that you will hear;
It is for you I do this pen dance
Like a flag, I raise this poem high
Hail, accept my gratitude and praise