Wound upon a wound

 

He had dreams, dreams and schemes

To rape every nation from Cape to Cairo

Line them up and rule them in a row

Brutally brainwashing the mortals of the land

 

Now in the Matopos lies he dead

Who scared with the very touch of his fatal hand

Leaving scar upon scar

Wound upon wound

Sore upon sore

 

There upon a thriving serene land came he

Proclaiming century old traditions-pagan

All in a rage to realize his dream

To conquer the land from cape to Cairo

What a whore!

Leaving scar upon scar

Wound upon wound

Sore upon sore

 

 

Slowly we traced the path he trod

Leading across lands unknown to the sea

On a gloomy English morning

Came we ‘pon Big Ben

And this is from whence came the dreaded hand

 

That wished to sleep with every nation in a row

Dreaming of a conquer from cape to Cairo

Oh what a whore!

 

 

  1. Mavedzenge16/10/2001