Whispered in the winds of Kilimanjaro
Found in the fogs of Victoria
Here we are in the rifts of Kenya
Building bricks from the blood red soil
Ripped like road signs in the Tsavo rust
Burnt up charcoal from ashes to dust
The taste of fortune is bittersweet
Its kiss is cigarettes, and addiction keeps
We are a typhoon of mirrored change
A safari forecast of dreams deranged
Loneliness that leaves a lingering trace
Within this blanket struggle to better the human race
Screamed from the heights of Sagalla
Brushed by the sand dirt dance of Maungu
Scattered are we in the land of the lions
Missionaries to the God fearing
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