Red hot fires dot the earth’s bleak surface,
And ash clouds sweep across the dark sky,
ruined rubble, the great north cities lie.
A dry wind howls through the damage,
As cars lying dented and covered in rust,
once huge sky scrapers reduced to dust.
Not a soul can be seen amongst the debris,
Only cold, dead silence hovers in the still air,
cities have fallen and the land is bare.
The serpent has crossed the globe,
Spreading destruction and despair,
human life is hidden and rare.
But out of these few survivors,
Rises a brave Zulu man,
of the African clan.
His town in the Savannah was wiped out,
His wife and two sons taken and killed,
is angry and is ready to rebuild.
He has seen the serpent and its lair,
He has come up with a sly plan,
To take the earth back for man.