They are God's People
They are living on the land God gave to them
A young boy herding longhorn cattle
Throws a spear at our tour bus,
A gesture as much in humor as defiance
Mother Nature is his school teacher

The men and women stand tall and straight
Their skin is dusky black
Some have white scars in contrast
All have inborn rhythm
Graceful as the nearby cheetah
They love to dance and sing, especially the men

A man can jump up straight from the earth
Almost as high as my head,
They speak softly and evenly to me
And look me straight in the eye

They come in when they wish
And leave when they wish,
They are obligated to no one
Except each other
Because they are God's People 
and have always known it.

I think they will be drinking the blood
And the milk of their slender cattle
As long as there is a sun
And an Africa

Red is their favorite color.