Zimbabwe Is Burning Poem by Poet jerrimos mugweni(ZVAVANHUVEVHU)

Images of real Objects were dangling In the thick Flames. Buildings Turned into Real Photographs on the Walls of the Horizon. ON THE OTHER conner was The Fire Squadron. GUIDDING Their empty Murcky Dumpr Bip Bouzzers. An Insignificant silhourte of the audience could Be Seen From A distance. With an empty Bucket with no Water. Madagarscah kept a distance From the Hot Furnace. Britain &America came wth Tanks of Kerosine. With their Boomsprays they Sprayed Change. South Africa Saw in Sympathy. But There was Nothing to do. Zimbabwe was in flames. FLAMES of Yet another Ellection for the Time of Times.

All that remained were Charcoal Black Hwange Colliery. Impoverished Citizens. Garthered in their Holy Mass. WITH bowels of Empty prayers. Some to the Unknown God. Some to their Ancestors. NO ONE could put Down the fire. Those who got a better View were Ellection Observers.Since they were given 1st class receiption of Propaganda Porrigge. Beggars could be heard singing Grace in 1st street.

It was the coming of the dry season. Whilst we were waiting For the rain. GARTHERING GOAT BITS of Wood. In the country of our own. When we became the house of hunger. All that was left was a thick Dark Deadily smoke. Ambition Had taken its course. After The Burning Zimbabwean Ellection. DEATH was Porttent. Marllicioussness turned into justice. Zimbabwe was Burning.