Far before the time we’re in,
a tribe had lost their Khoisan king,
who led his tribe, and led him well,
compassionate king with love for all,
for he made sure they’re nicely fed.
For this king was a thoroughbred,
he cared for all. And made sure,
every child and mother,
man and beast all felt secure,
he offered shelter, food and water.
He cared for both the sick and lame,
he taught the men to hunt and farm.
But on this day the pale men came,
they held him down and burnt his arm,
his eyes were shut and teeth removed,
so no one could communicate,
the tribe cried for the king they loved,
whose heart was never filled with hate.

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If I am not mistaken Khoisan people live in a matriarchal society. So I doubt there was a King ruling over them.