Oi Mugabe!
I have something to say,
you arrogant swine
look here, look this way.
Stand up Mugabe
show your paunchy face,
file straight-line
in growing food queues ~
disgrace
maize offerings
in a maze
of candlelight chaos
training children
to fight for your throne.
Hit squads brain-washed...
"Hammer the message home!"
Militia mayhem ~
murderers for your might!
Stand up Mugabe
take a look
at your broken country,
broken people with broken hearts
staring blind in a sea of loss,
commonplace violence
in total collapse.
Green Gunners' greed
slaying silent votes
as Death Certificates are dealt
like playing cards
& AIDS clasps in crisis,
children swatted like flies
no water, no food
no international response.
Ripened age ~
a mere 34 years,
old age throttled
in starvation's tears,
but what do you care as
deaf ears pocket profits.
Stand up Mugabe
and show your fattened jowls
scowling at the humanitarian
catastrophe you've caused
watch your country break
and your pockets unpick,
be proud of the killing sands
your gluttonous feet tread on,
smile sweetly
at the strife you've dictated
as life strangles you in its grip
death for death
till all are gone
and donations stop
to bleed your pockets dry
when corpses crawl
in eerie air
you'll regret it then Mugabe,
you'll regret you're there!
