It's just picturesque Africa
Miles and miles
Of golden grass vast
And a scarring of gullies, ravines
And the streams
Flowing past
Passing off into pasture
To quench thirsty tracts
Of a monotheistic
Abundance of corn
And the people who grow it
From when they're first born
And sometimes where it stops
Is too distant to see
With the naked eye
Scoping it
All out for me