ZULU by Lyn Wakeling
Across the barren hills they came
Forty miles that day
A highly trained war machine
Before it Rorkes Drift lay
They massed across the hill tops
Gleaming in the sun
Spears raised to the sky
The battle would be won
Below them soldiers waited
Committed to their fate
A small band of blood red tunics
Would taste the Zulu’s weight
Down the hill two impis came
To test the British power
Martin Henries took their toll
That early morning hour
The bull was getting restless
Began to stamp its feet
Then it charged with frightening speed
Victoria’s best to meet
Attack upon attack repelled
Death just filled the air
Still they kept on coming
They came from everywhere
The red coats still refused to die
In that Zulu land
The bayonet matched the assegie
In the final stand
Many medals won that day
The British won them all
The Zulus vanished to the hills
To wait their nations fall
The Zulu bull was tamed at last
In that savage land so dry
Never would it rise again
But never would it die