Before the first sunrise kissed the Nile,
Before kingdoms carved their names in stone,
The children of Kemet walked with wisdom,
Knowing the Creator alone.
We were not born from chains of sorrow,
Nor defined by another’s hand.
Our story was written in golden temples,
Upon the sacred African land.
The winds carried the voices of ancestors,
Calling through every age,
“Remember who you are,
And awaken from the cage.”
We reclaim our name with honor,
No longer hidden in the dust.
For identity is not a treasure stolen forever,
It returns through wisdom, faith, and trust.
We have risen like the morning sun,
As Ra’s first light crowns the sky.
Not in hatred, nor in vengeance,
But with truth that cannot die.
The scales of truth stand before us,
Our hearts weighed by every deed.
For greatness is not found in conquest,
But in serving every righteous need.
No longer shall we bow to confusion,
Nor forget where our roots belong.
The spirit of Kemet still lives within us,
Ancient, unbroken, and strong.
The Most High Creator has never abandoned
Those who seek the path of light.
Those who turn from selfish darkness
Will awaken to divine sight.
We reclaim our name with honor,
No longer hidden in the dust.
For identity is not a treasure stolen forever,
It returns through wisdom, faith, and trust.
We reclaim our heritage,
The songs our elders knew.
The language of divine purpose,
The spirit forever true.
Rise, children of Kemet, rise.
Stand with dignity once more.
Let wisdom be your crown,
Let righteousness be your sword.
For no one can erase a people
Who remember who they are.
No shadow can forever hide
The brilliance of a shining star.
Our journey is not backward but forward,
Building tomorrow upon eternal truth.
Walking in justice, compassion, and balance,
Renewing both elder and youth.
We reclaim our inner power,
Not to rule with pride or fear,
But to walk in Ma’at’s balance,
Keeping righteousness always near.
The scales of truth stand before us,
Our hearts weighed by every deed.
For greatness is not found in conquest,
But in serving every righteous need.
The land may hold the footprints of our ancestors,
But the future rests within our hands.
With hearts aligned to the Most High Creator,
We become living temples across the lands.
So let the world witness our awakening,
Not through anger, but through light.
For the children of Kemet have remembered their calling,
To live in wisdom, truth, and right.
And as the sun rises over the horizon once again,
May every generation declare with one voice:
We reclaim our name with honor,
No longer hidden in the dust.
For identity is not a treasure stolen forever,
It returns through wisdom, faith, and trust.
We reclaim our heritage,
The songs our elders knew.
The language of divine purpose,
The spirit forever true.
We remember.
We have risen.
We honor our ancestors.
We walk in Ma’at.
We serve the Most High Creator.
And no power can take from us the divine purpose that lives within our hearts.
