There Was A Country Poem by Wafula p'Khisa

There was a Country
that rested quietly
on the shoulders of the Zambezi and Limpopo
Envisioned in the philosophy of its forefathers
to offer a home for colourful dreams of their children; to flourish &prosper.

Then, after a mere scuffle & terriblebloodshed
Hungry wolves grabbed it by neck
and dug
their claws down its throat
To siphon its contents
and leave it lifeless
in blood-stained hands
of the few atop the powerhouse.

Zimbabwe lost glory and promise, and trampled
When it left its arena to one evil god
Who has danced to one tune
for thirty seven seasons
And left thousands crippled
by hunger, unemployment, corruption
and a massive labyrinth of economic stress
As he tightened his string of dictatorship round their necks.

Zimbabwe murdered its dream
When it left the only man with a gun,
the only man with a knife,
the only man with strong army
and the only man with powerful muscles
To step on toes of helpless Zimtizens
as the world watched in awe
as if dancing
in one's blood
is a pretty sight
to foreign eyes!

But who ever danced twice in the arena?
Sunset is here, with a surprise gift for us
A sudden whirlwind of revolution's sweeping across the continent
And everyone's dancing as if they'redrunk with it.

Tendai cries Zimbabwe's blame games must die
after his pen bled its urgency of now
General Mbizo Chirasa fires salvos at everyone
as he dances in streets of Harare, chanting 'Grace Must Fall' and 'Mugabe Must Go'
The sky is red with the revolutionary fire
salivating to consume the haunting ghost of Mugabeism
For, even the mightiest wrestler
whose back has
never felt the ground
eventually submits
to the burial mat!