African Son

Black mass, A spear and a shield , The chest dark in shining bravado, Oh, the songs that meet in crescendo, African warrior stands on your door. With the skin of his fathers, The color of his strength, His feet wet on dew, And his firm arms rest in endeavor, African warrior approaches! The tremor from his foot fall, Distorts the stillness , And his sure voice, Gives songs of the tribe a rejoinder, African warrior stands on the mount’. The blood of his fathers, Wets the soil of his rising, The sun bleeds in the west, Forming shadows of his back, African king wields his spear! With the faith of his mother, And the tender love of his woman, The breaking cry of his son, And the bellowing of his herds, African warrior roams the land. Ngugi Ndegwah