From Motherland Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

From motherland, lands a spring of rivers
That gushes out radio waves ontop
And descends down stream with cool water
That feeds our motherland
Look at her meanders, she sneaks into the green land
And sniffes Canaan of today
The head of all lands in her and stands firm in deep sea as a rock
She is an eagle but alioness
That roars on the feet of Mount Zion
And drives our hospitality, our land
As she dives out of the best African pot
From motherland she lies in her greenage