A Young Southern Land

I.

A young country
Still green and black,
Teeming with brand new magic.
Bearing the cracks
Of valleys and cliffs
And the huts, houses and shacks
Of the humble and kind
The white and the black.

II.

The vitality of the new magic
Combs the young land
As it grows concrete towers,
Scoops a golden rand
And powers towards the future
Of all men and their hands.

III.

A safari of mega-mammals;
Ferocious claws and paws,
Wild spots and stripes,
Vicious shrieks and roars.
The tall, small, fast and strong
Prowl the dusty floors
With a proud, wild energy.
Inhabited by scores
Of the savage and the harmless
The steadfast nation draws
A will for survival;
A wild set of freedom claws.

IV.

The struggle permeates
In the country's existence
Relying on the test of heart.
A revolution that became so intense
The bloodshed, war and justice
Were not to be divided by a fence.
In the end the loved and the freed
Could fervently sing and dance
And all throughout the rigorous history
The almighty energy would prance.

V.

A flash of piercing lightning
Lights the vigorous heart
Of this young country
And all who share a part.

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