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