My liberator, my executioner;
He has left my flesh open and raw,
My bones all broken
My eyes smarting from tear gas.

My liberator, my torturer;
He has shut me in a prison
Of misery and anguish
Forcing me to live in the shadow
Of the stagnant darkness of death.

I cry out aloud for help
My neighbours refuse to listen
I am a prisoner right here
In the house of stone.*

He has bound me
In the chains of poverty
Defiling my dignity
Trapping me like a bird.

*refers to Zimbabwe