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A Poem For Mugabe
Sit Down African Napoleon! (To a leader for Zimbabweans)
Bring back the dignity of our flag and the sweet taste of our freedom,
Bring back our sons and daughters, whose souls kissed charcoal in violence,
Bring back our gold, you buried under the bushel of greediness, Today we buy life with tissue paper,
Your tiny belly is full of our gems you tainted with our blood,
Rain is coming, Beware the fall of your sandy Castle, African Napoleon,
Your rotten mango shrunk lips spit vitriol, dousing dreams of generations to come,
Your violent chameleon tongue burns our forests once dangling with turgid fruits of peace,
Hungry Children are potbellied with breakfasts of scorching verbs and suppers of acidic idioms (kusvusvura zvituko),
On this tear-soaked land, freedom starts from you and ends with your disgracing bedroom dancing parrot, whose eyes glitter with death and breath hot with hatred,
Sit down African Napoleon, Rain is coming, Beware of your hammer of clay
Bring back the summer of our dreams and the spring of our freedom before we bring the rain,
You are a disease that blighted the flowers of our revolution,
You are the cancerous scar that wiped love from our now violent smitten faces,
Bring back the ballot you stole amidst the charcoal of thuggery, bring back the smiles to mothers who lost their seeds in the winter of death,
You are a despotic gangrene elections cannot heal, we need a godly ointment to wipe this your Napoleonic-caused autocratic syphilis, our country is no longer fertile of democracy, Hegemony sterilised the manhood of the state and kleptomania shrunk the womanhood of our country,
Sit Down African Napoleon!
Rain is coming, Beware of your glass head
You saliva is hot with gossip, your throat burns with hatred, while your frail limbs tremble with fear,
Every Napoleon is a coward, who walks along with puppies, your vicious puppies you reward with mustard and flesh burrowing canines and when they age, you do the Stalin!
This land is not an Animal Farm or a Pig Sty!
We cannot groan, roar, bellow and grunt forever,
We are tired of digging rot and eating filth!
This land is for me, for you and others, it’s not for you alone.
It is a land, whose colours of the flag carry the hopes of poverty scorched villagers you kill with that rough palm of greediness (bring back our gems you tainted with blood),
Sit Down African Napoleon!
You who have soiled the diapers of the revolution,
You who have soiled the pampers of freedom
You who soiled the napkins of peace
You who have broken catheters of life.
You who smash the bones, crunch the flesh, pluck the marrow and drink the soup of this land alone!
Sit down African Napoleon!, Rain is coming.
Mbizo Chirashais an exiled Zimbabwean Poet, Writer and Citizens Justice Activist. He is the Founder of theZimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaignwhose Brave Voices Poetry Journal is regularly published byTuck Magazine, while poems and the campaign are promoted at the Facebook Group,100 Thousand poets for peace – Zimbabwe.