The stark ambry eye of heaven
Shines gloriously upon her dull semi-desert sands.
So they thought it cheap redemption
That a certain Okavango Delta
Stands somewhat boldly over her
Dry dunes of the Kgalagadi.
But “still waters run deep”, they say;
“Never judge a book by its cover”, right?
As if ironically though, deep down
In the womb of her presumed
Barren and impotent land,
Lies covered a treasure
So full of lustre it proclaimed
The bright future of a whole nation.
At the core of her belly,
In her very essence
She bears pint sized blessings,
Glorious little gem stones
Otherwise known to many as
Shiny small rocks that have fed
This nation for decades,
Nurtured a blessed people
And secured a rich history for them.
Botswana, land of my father.
She is survivor and saviour,
Protester and protector.
She is my motherland,
Bearer of precious diamonds
Both mineral and liberal gems.
We still stand
United and Proud.