So many paths we have trodden!
So many people we have greeted
liberated
sheltered
fed
taugth
on our march!
So many plains, mountains, rivers
we have crossed!
The day of independence is still far
but each day it comes closer.
We are FRELIMO fighters.
Planes? Tanks? We have none.
But we carry truths in our eyes
truths that can also kill and destroy
truths the enemy fears more than weapons:
but which can rebuild, out of ruins.
We go forward, instruments of an ideal
loftier than ourselves
finally stripping away our solitude.
Sometimes we stop along the way
for a child’s entreaty and greeting,
for a chance flower,
a certain smile, a star.
We halt within ourselves: our steps continue
and we meet up again further on.
We must not delay. Out there the enemy
continues to enslave our people…
To arms, comrades!
1971
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