The trail made our feet full of blisters.
We jorneyed home victors but now remain at the mercy of the soul crushing terail of the savannah.

The scorching sun raigneth upon us in rage as we drag home our machette which still drills of our enemies blood.

we are the african warriors of the savannah,
the proud warriors in the african savannah.
Nothing can stop us not even death or it's worst plague for we are fortified to be called who we are.

Our minds have all been conjured by the sites of our ancestors, our forefathers who have lived on in the plains of the world beyond.
Our endless massacre keeps us,
Our endless misunderstanding makes us who we are,
proud warriors of the african savannah.
© sabihenro