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!
- Mavedzenge16/10/2001