Territorial Advantage

Our foes languish by our feet

For their obstinacy erased every thought of retreat

On and on they kept coming in a huge fleet

Our gallant soldiers they were ever ready to meet

Swords dangled and clanged in mid-air

These fools failed to reckon they were in the lions’ lair

Screams of hurt and pain as sharp edges caused deep wounds

Their blood oozed with every bite from our wild hounds

Now their stubbornness vanish like the fading harmattan

Their surviving cowards take to their heels and ran

Their plan for battle was archaic and vintage

Plus, we were heavily favored by territorial advantage

AFRICA

Plagued with an unimaginable measure of beauty

She sits somewhere between the Indian and the Atlantic

Her history boasts of nothing but debauched slavery

Having served leaders who were very autocratic

She boasts of a vast expanse of unexploited vegetation

An even greater magnitude of untapped mineral resources

Yet her people reside in abject deprivation

As they look beyond their motherland to external sources

Famine, drought and diseases are her nemesis

Her leaders never seem to be sensitive to her plight

Amassing wealth for themselves and families

Ignoring the very reason for their current might

Oh Africa my motherland

Bursting with glory and heavenly blessings

May the good Lord stretch forth His hand

To bless thee with leaders worthy of your consecrations