Ivory City by Ronald Moyo

Relentless is the sun that scorches us
Tireless are the people that work beneath it
Loving is the God that watches us
Everyone who leaves will miss it

Forward we go beyond the horizon
Bulawayo growing, blooming
Grooming, success looming
Further we go, more we wizened

Ivory are the tusks that enriched our ancestors
Green is the envy that bequeathed our neighbours
1840, built this city the men that will not rest us
Bulawayo our home, our quest, their festus.