Agisymban Trilogy

They called it Agisymba
It was a fair and promised land and it wa
the stone age home of the little yellow man
He hunted with a bow and he worshipped to the
sun yes he was the hunter but he was the hunted one
Then down from the Jungles there came the turbid tribes
with their spears and shields and their long flashing knives
And they hounded the bushman from his painted caves
and lands to the merciless wastes of the Kalahari sands
Then came the Arabs and the sturdy Portuguese
to the land they called Sofala from the Seven Seas
And they fought in Monamatava those warriors of
old to run across his kingdom and take away his gold
Then the Matabele came running from the
Boer to plunder the Mishana and wage another war
And the columns came a-marching and they ruled for many
years and they called the land Rhodesia those British pioneers
And the white man worked and the black man
toiled and the tribes all fought and rebellions boiled
The world went mad with two world wars and
although men died never settled their scores
And the madness spread it's the same damn
thing hear the war drums throb hear the bugles ring
And they named Zimbabwe through the barrel of
a gun and the winners lost and the losers won
But live in this land and share all the spoils
you reap what you sow through labours and toils
Black man and white man have all paid the
price yellow man's gone like a mad sacrifice
Agisymba Sofala Monomatava Rhodesia Zimbabwe call it what you can
You all can live in it but noone can win it
for it always belonged to the little yellow man
Agisymba Sofala Monomatava Rhodesia Zimbabwe call it what you can
You all can live in it but no-one can win it
for it always belonged to the little yellow man
Agisymba Sofala Monomatava Rhodesia Zimbabwe call it what you can