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

Bring 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

Sympathy 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 lets milions die,

That lets millions cry, that lets us agonize

Show us the way to terminate

Immersed in all our dust is the mother world