Here we are fighting, fighting Fighting for our future Striving for what will be Living in what is While letting go of what once was Fighting for possibilities That have been collecting dust for far Far too long Fighting for unborn children That are yet to believe in us Babies that should never know hunger Or darkness Fighting to lead our people Into a promise we may never see For ourselves a mystery Fighting to pass down wealth and victory Fighting to rewrite, redefine and retell our history Fighting to be seen on world stages in our glory Fighting for justice and equality Fighting to be a food basket without seas Fighting for good governance We do not use pangas or AK-47s Our voices are our weapons Our words will bless them Beautify them, guide them, remind them So many traces in this land But no mater how long it takes We will find them Our children will pump their fists And say our names Knowing the worst is behind them But until then We keep fighting Fighting for Zambia