JOSEPH TAMBURE

A priceless commodity
Passed through generations
Born and died on, blood and sweat spilt on
Gives status and precious worth
Defended and tended to provide our security

Without land, a people homeless
Nomads wondering alone and baseless
No name, just shadows in the air
Victimised and abused; poor and ignored
It’s a worthless life without land

A piece of land owned
Through inheritance, gift or sale
Holds everything we need in life
People steal and kill for this priceless land
Giving contentment, security, home and life