O Rugir Dos Leilões (Cabo Delgado)

The villages were graveyards with no public mourners
With bodies scattered on the streets of these whalers
The homes were abandoned graves
By people who chose the woods to die
And the fields complained about the lack of cha-chas
The birds irritated by the songs they couldn't sing
And the flowers in the sad fields smelled like gunpowder

The right to life taken from me without debate
I saw severed bodies from dull machetes
Cutting into those who only offered death
I saw forgotten dreams in the woods of fear
When the roar of lions outside the parks
Buried our children in attacks
These are moments that will never give us peace

I saw so much that life showed in such little time
I saw animals disguised as people that the devil spawned
The ashes we once called homes
The bloody dung we called family
The hope of that flower blooming
Nothing remained but pain

Maybe my scream wasn't enough
When the rape invited me to die
Daddy were men who used their daughter like mere toilet paper
The blood that melted for the acts of these warlike men
Maybe my scream wasn't enough

The children ripped from the womb of those who gave birth
The painful goodbye of those who left
The husband who didn't even deserve that hot water bath
He left smelling of suffering
He left pregnant with unanswered questions
He left without keys to close the doors
He left the dream that slipped from my palm
The guns shouted to silence the souls
Macomia, Mucímbua, and Palma are gone

Maybe my scream was insufficient
They used the name of God perhaps to make sin holy
And in the name of my God, in tears, I just scream
Save us!

Until we form a chain of hope
We will have a disconnected Cabo
The darkness is taking the north from our people
And if it's not death, it will be each to their own fate
In this, some die by gunfire
Some die of heartbreak, and some die for having
Nothing to eat

Zambézia
Hand in hand for Cabo Delgado