Muse: Young Lion

I like to think myself as a young lion

Traveling the great grassland

With no fear or foe

But courage and wisdom

I like to think myself an umbrella

Floating above the firmaments

Wrapping my warm tentacles

About the cold, weak and lonely

I like to think myself as the rain

That flood the fertile valley

So that in the sunny morning

The young grass may rejoice!

I like to think myself as a tribal chief

One who holds peace, justice

And truth as the sole title

So that my people may be free!

I like to think myself as an idea to come

Though it may have tarried

But when it shall manifest

May my Africa know abundant joy!