Subject of many a tune
Queen of infinite drums
Days sing in cadence
Rainbows stretch seven fingers
To feel your glorious brow
Dew drops bubble open
On sight of your sprightly step
Woman of Africa,
Beauty fused in nature

Woman of Africa
Drum of many a night
Bed of tearful floods
Buckling under the weight
Mule of annulled dreams
That come down heavily
And when dawn draws
And the dew bubbles blow
Your heart is laden
Woman of Africa,
Is this beauty worth it?

© chrispus kimaru (His Work)