It’s the great river Zambezi,
The sanctuary of sliced tales
Told with a rhythm of its whales.
It’s storms bewilders even the
sleeping heavens,
It roars with passion like the skies
about to bleed
on the crawling snails and the flying ravens.
Its waters so clear, to the sun it’s
the mirror.
From afar, you hear the chants of its
fish
As it enchants every living specie.
Great River Zambezi,
The queen outside definitions….
Your water waves with flare
And brings to shame my wife’s
Brazilian hair.
When she falls to sleep,
the galaxies prostrate to cover her nakedness.
The moon wanders on her virgin soul
Like a vulture on a carcass.
Great River Zambezi,
You the rhyme that fits before the
beat,
The warrior no time can beat,
Yes you are the G.R.Z
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