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At the Magistrate’s Court in Harare, a crowd gathered outside
weeping for men and women who carry an invisible cross.
Thousands have suffered at the hands of baton-wielding zealots,
masquerading as Police, in a land where lives have little price.
Is this commercialism gone mad? Trading in muscle and limbs
feeding their families with the blood of countrymen and women?
Who weeps for Mugabe ~ he who styles himself after Jesus continually
resurrected, who pretends to heave his country away from Colonial roots?
Why should we cry for a Chinese Palace, wifely shopping sprees in Paris;
a man protected from his own voters by his army of security enforcers?
His people no longer believe he leads for them ~ have seen how he dictates,
feathers his own nest and the cronies he keeps very close ~ walled in by sin.
How long will millions of starving, beaten people wait for their turn at life,
their chance to eat, to sleep peacefully in a khaya built in prosperity and peace?
Will the tears shed this Easter encourage the world to stand up for Zimbabwe?
Frances Macaulay Forde
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