in the heart of the land of creation

grows a threat which cannot be healed

efforts soar to restore generations

grave results give this outbreak the nail

the growing devastation

brings human extinction

this plague aims at our weakness

predetermined sky

cradles fall into pine for the mourning

wailing cries blend endless each day

poverty proves more than a lifestyle

sumpathy can not sure disease

this plague aims at our weakness

predetermined sky

blind eye

saw a man on the streets of lusaka

selling coffins to a passer bye

how can we live in a world that lets millions die

how can we live with such a tragic side

how can we live in a world that let's the millions die

that let's the millions cry

that let's us agonize

show us the way to terminate.

immersed in all our dusts is the mother world