Arise! Oh my brothers, for we wake to a new dawn. No longer the ones to tolerate, but we shall celebrate. Arise, my fellow Negroes, for the time has come to emancipate.
Arise! Oh you, from your nightmare-filled sleep. Arise! From the crippling mud and dust, resist your master’s whip. For our skins will no longer endure these “whoop-whaps” and “whoop-pahs”. Arise! To embark on our new journey, singing our hoorays and hoorahs.
Arise! For now we seek to rekindle the flames of our identity. Arise! To be reunited with our cultural entities. For our turmoil and strife has persisted for much too long, our bodies battered and bruised, but our will-strong!
At last! We will no longer be imprisoned in these cane fields of misery and sorrows. For like the Egyptians, our Father has delivered us from the hands of our Pharaohs. And likewise, let us set out to our land of promise. Oh Africa! Our home, the land that we sorely miss.
