Words of a warrior
No sacrifice too great a price
To pay if freedom it shall suffice.
To uplift our scummy conditions,
Daily making the best of bad situations
Intrepid, brave-hearted and strong
Imbue us with the pride to dance to our songs
Songs of redemption,
To the sound of our own beating drums,
Warrior songs.
Ochre on the face, blood stains grace
The mane on my head. I am a man.
Eyes on my nape – unevolved ape
Spear in the air, baying for victory
Shield on my side to make sure am not history.
No brass band in tow, dulcet and all
Our kick\s our heartbeat, snare’s our feet and ground’s kiss
Imbue us with pride to tap to our music,
The sound of our own beating hearts
Warrior songs.
