the colour of the sky is Red

The colour of the sky is red
Painted in blood, dipped in misery, bronzed in fear.
The colour of hatred is red, veiled in distrust, cladded with suspicion,

embellished in anger,
adorned in sorrow, washed in penury, gloomed in despair

The colour of pain is red, bent in horror
Shadowed in grief, immersed in agony,

infused with shame, pierced with tyranny,

controlled in weakness

                                
The colour of hope is Red.

 Created in Faith, tested with sacrifice.

 Destined for greatness, cheered in clarity.

The colour of life is Red, full of love,

made in deep experience,

built in reasoning, nurtured with truth,

basked in you. You who I call compatriot

The colour of my compatriots is red
Built in pride, supported in team spirit.  
Shaped in one rich history
Etched in one true memory
Refined in one deep brotherhood
Upheld in one fine doctrine
Blessed with this great Continent.

The colour of growth is us
Heart bond to our nativeland
With honour sworn to our tribe

And duty vowed to our motherland,

wearing our culture like a badge of excellence

delivering mankind

The colour of my country is green
lushed in greenery, fruitful in accomplishment,

enthroned in majesty, regaled in royalty,
the colour of red is you and  me