Our sunrise is the start of bloody sweat,
The war of life and death no one ever rests,
A great shield of iron bent like roasted zinc,
We live for the promises of a warm-cool wink,
One without worries, Violence or bad news,
Every day we pray for the blessing morning dew,
No matter our suffering we try to smile,
An unbalanced world with wages to cry,
There is a  land torn apart that still stands today,
Even the holes of shame can’t destroy our days,
While others use their bulbs to see at night,
With love and unity, our paths are bright,
And only on the logo to shout and speak,
You know us by the colour “Black” and blood “Thick”


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