Come, little ones, step forward, follow your dreams,
Near the end, abolish all cowardly schemes.
He sold our hive to the highest bidder's call,
To unknown destinations, we did fall.
Our fathers, retired, faces scarred and bitter,
One among us long gone, diving deep in water.
I cannot demonstrate, Kaa kwa laini kurutu!
Come, little one, let sober thoughts imbue.
Turn wheels of revolution, be your guide,
In education's vehicle, take your pride.
Avoid forbidden Babylon's deadly drink,
It slowly kills, a bitter-sweet you think.
Not from our ancestors' wise concoctions,
But from it, we destroy our tomorrows' options.
Today, not tomorrow, we must stand tall,
Entering the grave, before our parents all.
Unity is strength, let's make that our creed,
No worries, no troubles, that's what we need.
Make your lines strong, as passages they'll use,
I'm tired of your narratives; don't refuse.
Give me my pen, delay makes my heart heavy,
Let my flower bloom, give me the baton, be ready.
I pass it to the next, sweet inheritance's call,
Unite in the trinity, defeat the ego's thrall.
Our hive will flourish, sprout freedom's wings so wide,
Transform ourselves, new kings and queens side by side.
Build new young kingdoms, strong soldiers, maidens, kin,
To hold the next baton, let new stories begin.
Wearing black suits, they head to graduation's stage,
Congratulate the discipline, praises in this age.
Banish discerners and the uncouth away,
Face the kingdom, build hills, fortresses in array.
Shower the young with sweet victory's embrace,
Nourish them in the combs, in this sacred space.