Zulu

African Tribe

The tribe known Zulu sits and waits

Along the Monapee tree made gate

the sounds of war Trumpet long

 

as british war drums beat their song

 

Each black man, a man. Each black boy, a boy

To the Redcoats their sticks are toys

Yet as they walked in dictated hell

The Zulu clan unleashed a yell

 

Its not technology or your style

but whats in your soul

that wins wars trial

 

Not enough English caskets where made that day

as the triumphant Zulu clan strolled away.