MEETING ON THE HILL

MEETING ON THE HILL


A hand up brother, a free man's gift
We can share this summit in a handshake
It's barren; nothing to steal here or take
There's no dividing line, African Rift,
Nothing here to fight over and conquer
'So let us parley with one another
As if we're two kings' and discuss Sulphur
Ore and lumber and who is the squatter?
And spin a revolver; I own Ghana,
You Tanzania, I Mozambique
Whose women are beautiful and mystique
We will fight for Sudan the savanna
One day soon I will kill you, my brother
Steal all your wife and make them my lover.
Mark Heathcote