MAASAI

Lion warriors, homeland wanderers, 

Cast of the past, the last of the grassland roamers, 

Standing tall, too proud to fall, 

Remaining for the final curtain call, 

Nomadic reminders of a bygone world,

No place to walk in the futures fold, 

Say not, they've uttered their final words, 

And salvation fluttered away with the Secretary bird.

Descendants of this red clay land, 

Are joined by those who could never understand,

That those of us living by their side,

Should take them on this tragic ride,

Long lost brothers shared in plight,

Ascend with smiles into the paling light.

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Watercolours printed onto chromoluxe brushed aluminium