HE DIED IN 1983

He loved the war

Fought in the war

Won the war

But lost the battle

One year

One month

One week

One day

One night

One time

They came

He ran

Jungle became his home

They were in red berets

Carrying guns and grenades

They killed my brother

Rapped mother

Fucked sister

The whole family was sucked

They followed him into the bush

Beat all villagers

Who said they never saw him

He wanted uHuru

He wanted Freedom

He wanted the Land

He wanted Sovereignty

He wanted black Independence

He wanted black economic empowerment

But

He died in the storm

Gukurahundi swept him

He died in 1983

His soul is restless

In the jungles of Gwanda,

Bhalagwe,

Khezi

Until then

The land will be dry