My Dane Gun

I was tortured, raped and maimed,
I was never listened to,
I was a few minority.
I was taken to be a sickly, faced with my life, family and that of my community,
I had hope in non-violence.
I reacted with non-violence by standing for non-violence.

I was made to understand, non-violence was a concept to keep me under captivity
I said am dying and finished.
I said, I will live and die by non-violence.
I was shown a gun and made to know, it rules and control.
I was made to be afraid of the gun.

I sang, they will “kill and get tired’ but they kept killing.
I heard a voice, Dane, Dane and Dane.
I realized, it meant, Dane Gun.
I picked it up and shot and it produced a sound “TOH”
The sound made me smile.
I tried it and I got attention,
I tried again and I got reactions.
Then I knew there was power in my dane gun.

I used my dane gun with pride and hope.
I knew I will die with it in hope, but I knew my dane gun is all I have.
They seized and killed me, I died with it for love for mother land Ambazonia
I knew it was wrong, but all I had, was my dane gun

I killed in battle with it, but I was killed by it on my side
My dane gun
My dane gun
Pride of our revolution.

I died for a cause I knew is right with my dane gun
I died so my generation will know my dane gun
My dane gun
My dane gun
My dane gun.

I shot and wait, break and reloaded it and I knew it was risky in a war front,
But I did it with honour for homeland
The effects were high but the power was small.
All I had was my dane gun.
All I die for hope for my dane gun and mother land to be free.
I knew history is made in my dane gun.

If I die, burry me with my dane gun,
If I survive, pride me with my dane gun in the National museum of Ambazonia.
Pride it as the “Never Again Generation Gun of Freedom”
Mother Ambazonia, my dane gun bore you,
My dane gun put you on the map.
Oh my dane gun, mother Ambazonia my dane gun

Jalala Joseph (Show name only)