Did the ancients of Africa not pray for posterity?
Could their Gods not save their future?
Oh river of raining collective thought
Bring us a the greatest prosperity.

As the Zambezi river flows forever
Did it not ever change its chaotic course?
Do the mountains where the water comes from
Not quarrel with the clouds and their friendship sever?

rain

drops

fall

from

a

cloud

and

Lands never in our hands.