A Baby is a European (an Ewe traditional poem)

A  baby  is  a  European
he  does  not eat  our  food:
He  drinks  from  his  own  water pot.

A  baby  is  a  European
He  does  not  speak  our  tongue:
He  is  cross  when  his  mother understands  him  not.

A  baby  is  a  European
He  cares  little  for others:
he  forces  his  will  on  his  parents.

A  baby  is  a  European
He  is  always  very  sensitive:
The  slightest scratch on  his  skin  results  in  an  ulcer

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