Searching Poem by Major Elazia

From the Real of Madrid
And the cozy world of London and Berlin
I have been searching and searching for ages gone by
Removing shells and jewels from the Wells of Africa’s Savannah
From the Alps to the Atlas and deep down to the Kilimanjaro
I have been searching, searching and searching

Did I hear a voice calling for the Jewel?
Where to, do I turn, to glorify my ancestral heritage?
In this traditional regalia I shine in my custom
What more beauty beholds than what in me is shining?
I have a choice oh you silent voice you slice my peace!
So let me be alone to discover my own full-grown world.

But I am still searching and searching
Searching the Serengeti to serenade with Mother Africa
In the Tsavo I’m searching for a potent brew
That fetches a fortune in the Far of the Eastern World
If only I patent your natural heritage my love
Your latent force will be a reality in this World
You will enjoy the valor of my generosity for years forever
I shall build a footpath and a bridge for you

Eh! So keep on searching and searching
Searching for the relics of my African history
Which you preserve in fine cubed glasses of helium in Paris
And the world streams its fortune to you
For what rightfully belongs to me
And you make me sing a song of paradise
When the Garden of my Eden was long ago taken by you

But I am searching, searching and searching
For a way to make you not cry my beloved new wed
Just look at the Kruger, enjoy the Kalahari, and devour the Sahara
What a contrast of sights in the Congo rainforest!
Give me the gold; I will make you a jewel necklace
Give me the black liquid, and industries will run.
Come to me lady Africa, I entice you with honest intention.

You embellish me with words of romance in your front yard
And embezzle my granaries clean and dry in my backyard
But the world is moving, moving to a destination unknown
But I have no choice but to serenade with you
I say with gratitude you will never un-relish this moment
For a thousand years you will hear the sweet music ring in your ears
In my weakness you dine and wine to eternity
I will give you little gifts to make your children happy
As your children swim in eternal satisfaction
But I will built more granaries and make good footpaths for you
A simple way to blindfold me in your quest to my jewel
So let us dance and celebrate to this lasting marriage
A marriage where my interests plays second fiddle to you