Behold the Lion
.
Whoop; whoop, wings are painting white the Serengeti
Wilds waving good-bye on extinct black ancient tribes
In flight she watches the fearless king lion’s hunting
Innocently caged she watches and is dissatisfied
The swift burnt sun runs up the fish filled rivers
Moon shadows fall down behind tree top clouds
Darkening her heart is the heavens king lion crown
.
Do you remember me my faraway darlings?
When African Warriors ran this holy ground
Remember me howling in night time jungles?
How hard you’re little hearts began to pound
Creatures slinking quietly on human hunting floors
Tree breeze’s breathing made man freeze their snore
Now my children are starving my own shrinking eyes
Gunning down the wild and the proud African pride
.
Oh Africa, you are this living legend and lady
No one else could create and sustain ancient babies
No other beauty can birth such earthly wonder
Alone you created the sound of human thunder
Beautiful sun blackened queen loud but so very serene
You are the start of everything on earth with sound
Africa roars
Save me before my wild blood drowns
