I am a Warrior

In the heart of Africa's wild domain,

Where courage roams upon the vast terrain,

Lived a warrior with strength as his refrain,

His spirit ablaze, an unyielding flame.

With skin as rich as the fertile earth,

He embodied valor and tribal worth,

Through battles fought with unyielding might,

He defended his people day and night.

His eyes, like stars, ablaze with desire,

Lit pathways through darkness, never to tire,

With every step, his feet drummed the ground,

Resounding echoes, a warrior's profound.

His spear, a lightning bolt, swift and true,

Striking fear in those who dared to pursue,

Yet his heart, a vessel of love and care,

For his tribe, his kin, he'd always be there.

In the face of adversity, he stood tall,

A towering presence, fierce and regal,

With lion's mane, his pride unbroken,

He faced his foes, a spirit outspoken.

Through ancient rites and ancestral lore,

He embraced the wisdom of those before,

His spirit danced with the rhythms of old,

Stories untold, in his heart they'd unfold.

He chanted chants of resilience and grace,

For his homeland, a sacred, hallowed place,

A warrior's soul, steadfast and true,

In his veins, the essence of the African hue.

Oh, African warrior, noble and strong,

In your legend, the echoes of an ancient song,

Your spirit lives on in the winds that blow,

Forever remembered, a hero we'll bestow.