Zimbabwe Poem by Augustine Evans Chikuna

Prior decades you were a star, too bright you shined.
The light of the Dark Continent, verily you were blessed.
Land locked, but still so precious, you were praised.
Mother Nature loved you, like a last born, you were favored.
Your beauty was exquisite, a touch of perfection, superbly created.
In your infancy, you were fabulous, to your beauty, everyone was attracted.
It is no bias, you were truly righteous, and your ways were faithfully crafted.

You were made for the blacks but whites wanted you.
They took you by force, but still you served them rightly.
Obviously you knew they would bring the best out of you.
You wanted you're your natives to copy what they were doing perfectly.
Patiently you waited knowing your natives will fight for you.
You witnessed how your people were being treated cruelly.
You gave them power, they revolted, and on your soils their blood was shed for you.

You were still a precious gem when you were given as Zimbabwe.
In your youth you were one of the greatest countries in Africa.
Even your currency was one of the strongest in the world.
You were made the bread basket of Africa.
You were friends with the whole world.

As you entered into adulthood, your glory faded.
Your beauty was tarnished, but who could be blamed?
Could it be your natives who failed to protect and take good care for you?
Was it the Westerns who could not stand seeing an
Independent African gem excel like them?
Was it the leaders of that time who led you into such a dishonor?

Soon you gave birth Zimbabwe, gave birth to monsters.
Monsters who would feed on each other to survive.
Greediness and selfishness were their characters.
Without care of their brothers and sisters,
they only wanted to benefit for themselves.
Illegally and in corrupt ways, they amassed wealth, at the expense of others.
Your daily running's became a game of power, where the politically powerful
only got the best out of each day.

Like the biblical man at Bethsaida, on your 38th independence year, everyone thought
you were going to be freed and saved once more, but alas you are still sinking.
Look at how you have become the darkest country of the Dark Continent.
Do you see how your economy continues to deteriorate?
Now you are one of the poorest countries in the world.
You have already hit the ocean floor, but I am surprised you keep sinking.


Bring back your beauty ZIMBABWE! !
Bring back your glory and shine once more.