Makanna's Gathering Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGHIJKJL MNMNOPOP JDJDJQJR STSUVWVX DBDCYSYSWake Amak sa wake | A |
And arm yourselves for war | B |
As coming winds the forest shake | A |
I hear a sound from far | C |
It is not thunder in the sky | D |
Nor lion's roar upon the hill | E |
But the voice of HIM who sits on high | D |
And bids me speak his will | E |
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He bids me call you forth | F |
Bold sons of K habee | G |
To sweep the White Men from the earth | H |
And drive them to the sea | I |
The sea which heaved them up at first | J |
For Amak sa's curse and bane | K |
Howls for the progeny she nurst | J |
To swallow them again | L |
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Hark 'tis UHLANGA'S voice | M |
From Deb 's mountain caves | N |
He calls you now to make your choice | M |
To conquer or be slaves | N |
To meet proud Amangl zi's guns | O |
And fight like warriors nobly born | P |
Or like Uml o's feeble sons | O |
Become the freeman's scorn | P |
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Then come ye Chieftains bold | J |
With war plumes waving high | D |
Come every warrior young and old | J |
With club and assagai | D |
Remember how the spoiler's host | J |
Did through our land like locusts range | Q |
Your herds your wives your comrades lost | J |
Remember and revenge | R |
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Fling your broad shields away | S |
Bootless against such foes | T |
But hand to hand we'll fight to day | S |
And with their bayonets close | U |
Grasp each man short his stabbing spear | V |
And when to battle's edge we come | W |
Rush on their ranks in full career | V |
And to their hearts strike home | X |
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Wake Amak sa wake | D |
And muster for the war | B |
The wizard wolves from Keisi's brake | D |
The vultures from afar | C |
Are gathering at UHLANGA'S call | Y |
And follow fast our westward way | S |
For well they know ere evening fall | Y |
They shall have glorious prey | S |
Thomas Pringle
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