Zimbabwean Drums
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day.
They are calling you to judgment, it’s now your time to pay,
For the wrongs you've done Zimbabwe, the trust which you betrayed.
So hear those drums a pounding, hear well, and be afraid!
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day.
For The cries of those you murdered, simply will not pass away,
In a land we called Rhodesia, Twas truly ‘God’s own land’,
You trashed it with your gluttony and evil thieving hand.
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day,
You starved your kinfolk of their food; the meek, your favored prey,
With all your years of tyranny and lavish trips abroad.
Their proud heritage you squandered, through patronage and fraud.
The drums are calling you old man; and grow louder by the day
For your fellow brothers in Africa, are now ashamed to say.
That Cholera, poverty and starvation, are the heritage you’ve left.
But help won’t come from cowardly Africa; it will come now from the West.
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day;
Twas not the world that brought you down, but Christians who could pray.
God heard the prayers of His saints to stop you in your pride,
The gates of hell, I believe, are broad and high and wide
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day,
The drums have sound their verdict; listen well to what they say,
For they foretell of your demise, and they have much to tell.
So hear the drums, old man, and listen to them well.
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day
Your ‘war vets’ will abandon you, to flee another way
Now listen to those drums old man their message is not vague
They are pounding out across the world “We’ll see you in the Hague! ! ”
By Alf Hutchison inspired by an unnamed e mail
again 10/10 - please publish send to the papers - an ode to bob -
Great work. Seems like you have watched him closely for years.
Love the imagery! Wish you would get the papers to publish this!
This is your best one! He is an Evil man and he will get whats coming to him one day. Love you Dad.
Your work speaks volumes of truth about Zimbabwe and Africa. If the world will only listen.
War heroes are not honoured - only terrorists are honoured unfortunately.
Such a fitting epitaph for Robert Mugabi.He now has to answer to the highest authority. Good luck with that!
Excellent poem. I am led to believe that you are also an ex-Rhody. When you have time, and want to read some really brilliant work by a young man who died of meningitis when he was just nineteen, search the poet Jaryd Stapleton. I would like your opinion of his work, especially in light of his insight into the world at such a young age. Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant. Really an amazing piece. Makes me, as a South African feel bad, knowing i cant do anything. Or perhaps we are too scared. Well written.