by Handsen Chikowore
From the mountain tops where the bulls have been slaughtered
To the valleys where the farmlands have been eroded
There is no safe ground to tread and fresh air to breathe
Even the beautiful site of natural wonders of the world
Have been corrugated by corruption, chaos and confusion
What a waste of resources in a resourceful region?
The rivers that used to soothe our thirsty and hunger
Are now shallow streams we all fear to swim
From the politics of Rhodesia to zombies of Zimbabwe
AIDS, hunger, torture and cholera infiltrated the pathway
One man glued himself to the leadership altar
And thought that he was the only Messiah
Yet he is the cancer that contaminated Zimbabwe
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