Who knocked the water gallons?
Now, he or she reminds us of fetching
Our forefathers suffered the brutality of colonialism
Our foremothers suffered the cruelty of imperialism
Namibia’s virgin land was ruthlessly exploited
As a result, heroes and sheroes retaliated
In thick forests they slept, teeming with wild animals
Crocodiles-infested rivers they fearlessly crossed
Those days, guns ululated Namibia
Bullets rejoiced for political independence
Consequently, some died on crucible battlefield
Whereas some were incarcerated in prisons
Their ultimate aim was to gain independence
Thus, their fortitude should be revered
Today, our hearts rejoice in happiness
Our souls roam freely in the land of the brave
Our spirit sings one song of liberty and unity
Our eyes weep the tears of joy and agony
As we ponder our living and departed ancestors
Whose blood watered our freedom
The freedom that we are enjoying today
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