Dead hero you’re late!
Whites used to hate
Freedom was fatal
Black man you never lost faith!
Dead hero, you’re still seen.
Even though you too have a sin
At least we shared the sun
I hope it is like father like son
Your death, a tragic! Your deeds, pure magic!
Your success, a white man’s allergy
You had your own strategy.
We mourn in pains We dive in tears
Now we are living freely All because of you hero!