by Handsen Chikowore
When the land was grabbed
The windows of chaos and corruption were left wide open
Whilst the seeds of nepotism was sown everywhere
And the fight was against fruitful farmers
Who made Zimbabwe the bread basket of Africa
In the heart of town and cities
City dwellers were forced to destroy their buildings
As the cyclone “drive away dirt” gripped Zimbabwe
The vulnerable and the weak were left naked
The economy failed to conquer the land seizures
And the dollar collapsed into the deep valley
Whilst the shop shelves were short of goods
The public were left wondering elections
Whether their votes were counted
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