Monday 29 June 2015

Zimbabwe by Anonymous

Proud city of stone
You frown, alone
South of the Zambezi!

Your walls of stone
Green moss have grown,
South of the Zambezi!

Your soldiers proud
Once stood, unbowed,
Guarding the gold
And treasure untold,
South of the Zambezi!

Once again town will stand,
The glory of ancient land-
Your drums will pound,
Your trumpets sound-
For Zimbabawe stands again-
South of the Zambezi!

...Anonymous

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