The-Ice-Phoenix

Long ago, in Great Kenya’s plains A cruel drought came to drink the rain And to laugh at poor Kenya's pain Zuberi, strong boy, saved his land “Oh, who can help us?” cried his tribe Standing wan in the heat-wave’s vibe They didn’t have to goad or bribe Zuberi to raise up his hand “Zube, Zube, son, you cannot! “Stay home, and do what you were taught, “For it would break your mother's heart “If you died by the great sun’s brand!” “Father, I am not a small child! “I think the sun is not beguiled,” Zuberi said, and so bravely smiled “I’ll take Kibwe—