By way of being a spokesman, Mr Mbekis’ acolyte,
discussed Carte Blanche, violence on Zimbabwean
streets, the populace following Mugabe in a
narcotic trance of land reclaimed - happy
in the early days
Farmers evicted, one per cent of the population,
how then can you say land reform brought the
country down; Mugabe won by fulfilling his
people’s dreams, by making them scream
against the previous regime
Now they reject him, vote against him, how should
he feel, have they no loyalty – he came as their
saviour, was hailed and crowned, given carte
blanche to blacklist the West as the source
of the pain and unrest
The people rejoiced in his teachings, attacking
farmers on street, now they are embracing foreign
ideas like human rights – a Western abomination
in an Africa recognizing only the dictatorship of
African Saviours
Western colonial powers once had enslaved them,
Mugabe and Mbeki freed them from such slavery,
how then can you expect them to accept Western
values on responsibility, and much worse,
individual freedom?
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