Son of the Soil
By: Babawilly

1. Born surrounded by snow
   I laughed when called
   Son of the snow
   Till it melted away in Summer
   Leaving not a trace
   No!
   I am a Son of the soil

2. So off to Africa
   By the muddy banks
   I felt one with the land
   Yet one called out
   ‘Behold the Son of the Poto-poto from abroad’
   No!
   I am a Son of the soil

3. So further down stream
   I saw the Oil spillage
   Strangling the beautiful River
   By the dying River
   I announced I was the
   Son of the soil.
   One called out
   ‘There’s no good soil here
   You must be
   A Son of the Crude Oil’.

© February 2003 - Babawilly