African Cub
Since I ate the first gasp
And exhaled my first yelp
Until the world was a vision
I knew only the womb of her African
Of the tender pot in her sentiment
And the black spot in her I represent
I owe her the world for everything I am
She made me understand my origins and aim
Far from my place of birth
Nearer to the centre of the earth
My heart is a proud and abundant drum
Beating with each breath I hum
I made my first kill
Atop the hunter’s hill
I’ve battled the savannah
And won with honour
In her, I felt my growing power
And found the sound of my roar
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