The san BUSHMEN of the Kalahari

We must never forget the bushmen
The kalahari san
Gatherers their miracles
Of what the gods have done
In the inhospitable desert
A nation struggles on
An upright Indigenous People
With the constancy upon
Every inch of their lives
From firelight talks
To how
they hunt and gather
Intelligently
From long ago until now

Oil and gas will cripple
The drills and trucks they will
Frighten off the animals
Everywhere will spill
With pollutants or that sickly crude
With noise and improbity
The thunder and the explosive forces
The instability.

We cannot let this happen
Their noble feeling are
Worth All the gold in Africa
Surely to go far
Less of an importance
Than the Bushmen of the sun
Who walk the desert dunes and breathe
The wonders they have spun

The scorn we feel as Africa
Lets Texas come to town
The Okavanga delta it, cannot go down
So much is going for it
A bustle of the true.
Their ancientness personified
Its all that they can do

To really protect and unify
Their admiration for
The desert that they work with and
From there they are sure
This is godly given
Their duty is to be
Having allegiance to every living soul
That they can see

We must remember the Bushmen
Never let them down
Fight for them forever
In the desert drown
Our senses and our vigour
But never let them be
Broken down and starving
That would just be infamy

NAMIBIA and BOTSWANA wake up to your foolishness
Protect the glorious BUSHMEN

And all the wild souls who frequent with wilderness