The tip
Of a peninsula
A point where fisherman met
To barter and make merry
To raise families
A future from the sea
The tip
Of a storm
Lightning and thunder
Between pride and empires
In a lion, a prince saw hope
And gave a name
The tip
Of colonial commerce
Worth fighting for
It took white men to see potential
To connect the dots
And attract the hopeful
The tip
Of power changing hands
On bicycles they came
Towards guns pointed away
To christen a new darkness
As light of the south
The tip
Of a resolute spear
A yearning to lead ourselves
Grateful for the tired master
But unsure in changing tides
Red menace, hungry neighbours
The tip
Of a painful birth
An abortion of political relations
From united federation
To a fragile state
No looking back now
Everyone suddenly together
The tip
Of a vision
One man, his team, a million people
To clear and clean
To transform and progress
Under a firm hand
With eagle eye and furrowed brow
The tip
Of greatness
Never there but always inching closer
The people driven
Children learning, gears turning
You can count on me
Because this is my country
The tip
Of destiny
A people proud but not content
In a glittering city they call home
Also home to a fleeting army
Together in a tiny boat
Of rising expectations
The tip
Of certain uncertainty
We take careful steps
On shifting ground
Shaping a shared future
Of ups and downs
A red dot set to glow brighter
