ZIMBABWE

THE POOR AND THE POWERFUL

                                                   

(Picture "stolen" from Daniel's writing blog )

Power corrupts

Poverty rusts

Power poisons

Poverty weakens

The poor look up to the powerful

The powerful look down to the poor

A slice of bread for the bin,

In the home of the powerful

At times they have no time to eat

They think strategies of staying in power

And forget all about food

A slice of bread for a feast,

In the house of the poor

At times they don’t eat

They only epitomize of their next meal

And endure the hunger harassing their intestines

I WANT TO WRITE A POEM

I want to write a poem.

With a pencil and a pen

A poem of my motherland

My land not England

To directors of state enterprise,

It will come as a surprise

To directors of the uniformed forces

Those who have no choices

To directors of intelligence

Who intimidate by presence

To directors of dictatorship

I want to write a poem

Plain and solemn

A poem of distress

With a point to stress

Which none can suppress

I want to write that poem soon

Before the next new moon

Only if guaranteed freedom

Freedom not free doom

Not only of expression,

But also after expression

AS WE CELEBRATE AFRIKA DAY….

1963 was the year

25 may is the day

Let us celebrate brothers and sisters

Let us celebrate our unity

And dignity

Let us celebrate even in our oppression

Let us celebrate and remind our leaders the cause

Let us celebrate our strength

Let us celebrate the power of the black man

Let us celebrate the strength of a black woman

We are Africans, and we celebrate Afrika day

Let us celebrate the freedom of our lions

The freedom of our rivers

The freedom of our birds

The freedom of our minerals

Let us celebrate

The freedom of our land

Let us celebrate Afrika

We celebrate the victory of Uganda

The victory of Zimbabwe

The victory of Azania

The victory of all African states

The victory against colonialism

We celebrate the victory,

That ushered us into a new war

A war and permanent struggle between blacks,

And blacks.

Addis Ababa still echoes in our minds

Ethiopia still remains in our thoughts

We celebrate and remember Nkwame Nkruma

Nelson Mandela and Chiluba

Seretse Khama and Uhuru

We shout Uhuru Afrika

As we celebrate Afrika Day

Lest we forget the true beginning

Be reminded dictator

Be reminded you who rule with an iron fist

Remember and be reminded of the day

The day when Afrika stood as one

Afrika for Africans

Men and women of valor

Let us celebrate our power

Let us celebrate our unity

Mayibuye iAfrika !

THREE TASKS

Before you die

You, Mr. Press-Indent

Make amends to the ruling script

This one, none can direct

Especially after you are gone

Before you die

You, Mean ’n Sinister of Die-fence

Apologize to all victims of your fury

For no angel can do it for you

Especially when you are in hell

Before you die

You, City Zen of this crooked net-tin

Teach your son to vote in peace

For no democrat will do it

Especially if they see you bring butchered

LUYINI UKHETHO?

Kambe luyini ukhetho?

Kukhehla lesikhobokhobo

Elakhetha lakhethelwa nyakenye

Laphinda njalo laphindwa.

Luyini ukhetho na?

Kuskhokho semakhokhoba

Esakhetha bagcina impumela

Sabhekwa umkhoba

Sahlala ebridge sathi kho

Sakhohlwa ukuthi sakhethwa.

Lutshoni ukhetho kuwe wesindebele ?

Odlwangulwe wabhekwa okwamaphumelo

Kambe lamhla lutshoni ukhetho ?

Lapho sithi singakhetha bethi asikhethanga kahle.

Kambe ungakhetha uthini ?

Kulomgaxa lenja

Ungakhethani ?

Phakathi komkhongolo lomgodoyi

Hawu kukhethwani ?

Impumela bezazigcinela.

Lamhla sihlabela ukhetho oluzayo

Silibala ukuthi alukaze lubekhona

Kuphela isisanasana umtshado wemigaxa

Saqala kude le

Bathi ukukhetha inkunzi nje,uzithezele olulenkume

Basipha umabhanke iqhude elingazaliyo

Basihuquza ngesiqhotho sebusika

Zaphela izihlobo

Sazibona izibunu zenyoka

Sawukhomaba olotshwala

Saphaphama sathi sibonile

Sayikhetha impama

Basiwakala ngayo basikhomba ingqindi

Sabuswa ngodli

Sabuswa ukubuswa qho

Kambe luyini ukhetho ?

Abadlali bengonompembe.

Luyini ukhetho?

Omunye umdlali edlala ebophe

 abanye imbila zikakonda.

Ayicentwe inkundla

Kayiqondiswe imithetho

Kawalingane amathuba

Zidibane feyafeya

Kambe luyini na ukhetho ?

Ngalesisikhathi

Ngalolusuku

Kambe luyini na ukhetho ?

Ngabe ngumdlaloo wokuzilibazisa

Loba lithuba lokubulalana

Kambe luyini ukhetho lapha

Konyamakayidliwa ?

SILENCE

Raped,

Maimed..

Abused…

But silent

It’s not golden,

To be raped and lip knit

It’s not golden,

To be raped and your shout is not heard

Silence is golden

Being silent is being forgotten

Sometimes silence is rotten

At times silence has to be broken

Speak out young lady

Speak out young lad

Why keep silent?

The cause is worth screaming of.

I don’t trust

They take from the former,

Their hate is deeper,

Their violence is worse,

Their promises have no base.

I don’t trust the clenched fist

It has destroyed since its first

It remains up for crushing

Any action opposing

Neither do I trust the open palm

It looks fake and represents no calm

It’s too weak though

It can’t prepare national dough

I don’t trust the men in parliament

They are all products of hate and protest

After all, in their high wheels they careless

Of the voter who was once sleepless

I don’t trust the police

They don’t protect, they force

I don’t trust the private eyes of his Excellency

They kill and mistake my decency

Leaders of this day don’t trust

All citizens they distrust

I don’t trust them either

For they trust not each other

You can die for your creativity

You can be arrested for any activity

Your thoughts may get you arrested

Your voice can get you castrated

I don’t trust any political party