Human Blood Is Shed For Power
Human blood is shed for power in the African Sun
In Zimbabwe the only law is by the gun
Robert Mugabe now Africa's greatest despot an old man in years
Has turned his Country into a Land of oppression, hunger, Bloodshed and tears
A so called freedom fighter behind his so called military he cower
The awful crimes some do commit for to hang on to power
Arguably Africa's worst living despot where many despots are
For to hang on to power Mugabe has gone far too far
Most poor people in Zimbabwe do not have God on their side
By a power hungry octogenarian their lives have been destroyed
No fool like an old fool some are known to say
With Robert Mugabe it sure is that way
Despite his education he is not a wise man
He has not learned from life in his lengthy life span.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The white man is not indigenous to Africa. Africa is for Africans. Zimbabwe is for Zimbabweans.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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So Many Potential Despots
So many despotic and potentially despotic leaders in the World of today
Suppose with most people in positions of power it is their natural way
To hang on to power at all cost those they perceive as foes they try to eliminate
As well as their rivals for power all their opponents they do hate
The lust for power is addictive in every power hungry man
And most of them when they get power hang on to it for as long as they can
From power hungry into despots they eventually grow
And from despot to despotic criminal their progression is not slow
The fear spread by despotic leaders is an addictive thing
And even out of fear of them the masses their praises do sing
It started as a lust for power when they were in their life's prime
That progressed through the decades to a life of Major crime
In most of those who lust for power a despot does reside
And because of them far too many good people needlessly have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I strongly support European sanctions against Mugabe and his ruling clique. We must do all in our power to help the people of Zimbabwe achieve their freedom and prosperity once again.
quote by Peter Hain
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Man's Inhumanity
We have read about New York's Twin Towers and Hiroshima in Japan
Just for us two examples of man's inhumanity to man
And of Hitler and his Holocaust one who lives on in illfame
And of Stalin and of Mao and their awful crimes of shame.
We've heard of Pol Pot in Cambodia millions did suffer when he did rule
Some with power at their disposal they can be so very cruel
But in truth they were no different to some of the rulers of today
Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe as a despot now leads the way.
Streets in some Cities honour Oliver Cromwell yet if we go back in time
Against poor Catholic Irish peasants he committed many a crime
But 'tis said the winners write the war history with that one must agree
And Cromwell he is honoured for his crimes against humanity.
Idi Amin of Uganda of old age in exile died
The unmarked graves of his Homeland his shame forever hide
And up to a million Tutsis in Rwanda by their fellow Rwandans butchered to death
And this only in the recent past history repeats itself lest we forget.
We have not learned from history or so 'twould seem that way
So many despotic leaders in the World of today
And the Twin Towers of New York and Hiroshima in Japan
Are only two examples of man's inhumanity to man.
poem by Francis Duggan
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African Identity Is Lost
Thank you South Africa Thank you
Today I don’t know why should I cal myself an African
South Africa I am afraid
I don’t know why you have killed people of Zimbabwe
You have exposed this mother land
It is like what Hitler was doing to the Jews
Why, Why, Why? ? ?
Yesterday we were depending on Zimbabwe for liberation struggle.
We had no fighting machines, no residences and no identity
Robert Mugabe Sacrificed all of his power, just because he wanted to see South Africa out of its previous crisis
With the lapse of 15 years?
Why don’t you look at United State of America?
United State has truly become a Model Liberal Country
Its President is a black person
It is a mixture of different people – none of which we have ever had such South African Tragic Killings
Today I am telling te whole world that I am so embarrassed
Ladies and Gentlemen: South Africa is a Xenophobic Country
If you think to pay a visit for study there: please take another option
I had never think that a person can be boiled with fire for no reason but Xenophobia
I wish you a very bad lucky
Perhaps God can give you a Tsunami over your bad reputation
South Africa does not only needs to apologize to Zimbabweans
It needs to apologies to the whole world
It needs to apologies to the whole Africa country
It need to apologies to God himself
It need to apologies to itself for having lost consciousness
I want to warn South Africa with one thing
Fire is not the end of the world
It is not to terminate the Zimbabweans by burning them alive
God has always been there before the fire
I remember when the King ordered fire to kill three men in the bible
God came out to be a shield
Just like he protect people from the lions he can be an answer to what South Africans have done to Zimbabweans
It is like there is absolutely nothing happened to all over the country
Nobody is feeling the sense of pity about these people
They are being treated as the dead dogs
Eve the policies who were there to mediate seem to smile, during event.
The religious groups who are always regarded as holy have not even gathered to express words of regret not only to Zimbabweans but to God himself.
I don’t know which country I can run to
Because I can hear the anger of Gods –talking to me
I wish I can fly away because the pain that South Africa will feel is more that the fire
I am not talking about a joke, I am talking about god
Africa what you have done is to challenge the Lord himself
Since God is able to protect a person that people are playing with
What about those South African who have decided to kill people the image of God himself.
I don’t know: but I think it will be better to be at Zimbabwean Starvation that to be at tragic South Africa
Don’t you remember what happened when people steal the covenant of God at Middle East Countries?
I am yours and you are not mine
No we are not the same
I am not xenophobic
I believe the extended hand is more blessed with receiving hand
I reconcile the process of giving the poor Zimbabwean the food they deserve
No I am an African; It won’t be Africa to me to kill another African
I cannot stop thinking about this
I have several friends and collogues that are coming from Zimbabwe
I am shame of myself
I don’t know what kind of friendship I have with them if my Brothers are killing them
I don’t know whether I will see the in future because of these continuous killings
Thank you South Africa thank you
I did not realize that you have lost the covenant of God
I don’t know whether you are prepared for God’s reaction
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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African Pirates
Freedom fighter or terrorist? Depends whose side you’re on,
Africa’s ‘freedom fighters’… proud pirates everyone,
No freedom was ever gained for Black folk’s kith or kin,
Their fight was not for liberty, but to loot now from within.
Robert Gabriel Mugabe, Africa’s pirate supreme,
Thieving and plundering are his passions it would seem;
But in this act he’s not alone, for Grace is worse by far,
They aught now both to be rolled, in feathers and hot tar,
Nestle buys their tainted milk from Grace’s stolen farm,
But a Nestle spokesman says “We are doing you no harm”
Millions of protestors will never eat their produce again,
Tainted now forever more, by Grace’s shame and pain.
Whilst pirates in Somalia, wreck havoc on high seas,
Grace Mugabe sets her sails, to tramp on whom she please,
Africa, land of black pirates, from Suez to Cape Town,
Their thirst for ill-gained riches, is truely world renown.
There is not one place in Africa, that is free of piracy,
From the great Sahara desert to the azure warm Indian Sea,
With license now to plunder, these swashbucklers everyone,
Are destined to destroy our Africa …our paradise in the sun.
poem by Alf Hutchison
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So, Blair keep your England, and let me keep my Zimbabwe.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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I'd want to write
I’d want to write
A piece
About Zimbabwe
A country, gifted with nature,
Granted with land, fertile
In the darling continent of Africa.
How it’s economy so vibrant
Started
Wearing thin and out
All due to man, men, people
Few, yet in power
From within and outside
Black, white, dark and light.
I’d want to compose
A rhythm
For Sudan
The largest land in Africa
Where no vocabulary of peace is known
And knowledge of rights realized.
Where heartless gunmen
Callously open their arms
And see bullets dying
And innocent lives flying
All due to man, men, people
Few, yet in power
From within
So merciless, pitiless and ruthless.
I’d want to scribble
Some few lines
For Laurent Gbagbo
Of Cote d’Ivoire
Reminding him
Of the wisdom of Africa,
That elections’ aim isn’t killing
But winning;
Of the practical sense of democracy,
That accepting defeat isn’t failing
But progressing.
I’d want to pen
A song
To all incumbent leaders in Africa
About power, democracy and greed
How they ought to concede defeat,
To allow their eyes to see
And ears to listen to
The wisdom of Africa,
Lessons from experiences
That’ve seen many losing their lives
For they’re the same
Eyes and ears
That accompany the head
When it is chopped off.
Truly, I’d want to jot.
poem by Stain Katuli
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We of Africa protest that, in this day and age, we should continue to be treated as lesser human beings than other races.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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The Brave Ones (and Mugabe)
So the African Union hosts Mugabe
Ian Khama sits down with Mugabe (*)
Thabo Mbeki sits down with Mugabe
John Kufuor sits down with Mugabe
All the great democrats
Polite & cordial diplomats
The Food and Agriculture Organisation
And other organs of the UN
Welcome Mugabe back
To the ruined halls of Rome
The European Union
And the delegates of its Member States
Sit down with Mugabe
To discuss trade deals in Lisbon
No country boycotts
No delegate walk-outs
No-one shouts in anger
Throws a can of paint
Or deigns to speak a truth to the dictator
Babies' legs are broken
Infants starve in villages
Where folks were brave enough to vote against him
Men and boys are slaughtered
Women raped and tortured
For the courage to uphold the opposition
And those who think they work in honour
For development and peace
Perform their rituals
At the same old tables
As if no beast sat in their midst.
* Note: Respect: Ian Khama has boycotted the latest sub-regional summit in brave protest at the continuing presence of Mr Mugabe.
poem by Frank Bana
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Power To The People
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
A million workers working for nothing
You better give em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Yeah, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
song performed by by Lennon John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mama Zimbabwe
Mme Zimbabwe (seSotho word for Mother)
You were the overflowing Breadbasket of Africa
The Curvatious, tall and proud daughter of Africa
Until Mzilakazi sold you to Britain for mere bag of beads and Sugar
And they took you away
You weeped as your Children....
As your children suffered under the oppresing rule of those colonial demons
But as your children fed from the suculant breast of Mama Africa, The Queen of african soil
Thier strength grew and so did thier fight for freedom
And in 1980 you saw a promising Dawn despite the bloodshed that spread
What went Wrong Mme Zimbabwe, you lie mute?
You lie hopeless and your bruised soul evidence of abuse
The very same children who fought for your emancipation now corrupt, split, spit and kill the very essence of you
However even though your frail Body falls defeated
And you are now the laughing stock of the World
In your eyes i see resiliant strength
Your scent strongly of approaching freedom
And you smile continues to seduce me into loving you, Zimbabwe
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Kilimanjaro
KILIMANJARO
Kilimanjaro
Only supporting post of Tanzania
Found in Tanzania
Strongest bridge of Africa to Heaven
Eyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
An extension worker of GOD
Doing development with the people
Building self reliance
Coordinator of Natural peace and justice
Kiboooo The senator
Immediate solutions for these confusions are needed
Verbal wars amongst leaders
Conflicts and wars in Africa
Poverty and HIV/AIDS in Malawi
Tanzania and entire Africa obey and respect you
For your highest peak is covered by clouds
Kilima the mountain
You remind me of something
You remind me of Zimbabwe
Stone house built without mortar by strong men of Zimbabwe
You remind me of pyramids in Egypt
Designed and constructed by Egyptian engineers
Kilima the mountain-Njaro the whiteness
You remind me of Nelson Mandela
Living testimony of this generation and generations to come
Kilimanjaro you are the white mountain in the world
Freedom comes from the spotted rocks seen on your snowfields
You remind me of Natural Resources
The most beautiful compass inna de warm heart of Africa
You are the leg of GOD IN Africa
Kicking out enemies of Africa
African continent is dismantled like a treadle pump
Lest any root of bitterness many may become defiled
I know you are not a profane but the blessed
That you can fight against all these neo-colonialism
For you are an extension worker of God
You have power to restore human rights
Because the bright day of Africa is in the hands of young Africans
And the bright day of the whole world is in the hands of young wise ghetto boyz
poem by Pitilosi Mdala
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Nigeria
Now, Ben is from Nigeria
Where the leaders have
Too much naira,
They sit at the top
And forget the people
In their thought,
At end of their term
We stand in queues to
Vote them into power
But they always
End up abusing that power.
Now, every young man
Want to run away
Run away to a far away place
Any far away place called America
They never sees the beauty
That lies beneath the soil of Africa.
And I too want to run away
But on my second thought,
I Wondered in my mind;
If we all run,
Who will stay behind and
Build our beloved Africa
Why don't we,
Sons and daughters
Of Africa, of our beloved Nigeria
Stay behind and build together
our beloved home land.
And liberate our land from
Every form of oppression,
Of curruption,
Why not join hands and
Liberate our beloved country
From the cold hands of
Poverty, and diseases
Together we can achieve
All we can hope to achieve.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Consolation
How great it is not to be going
to Zimbabwe this summer
not having to go through
a packed border post,
the ruins that’s left of her cities,
or visiting friends on their farms,
since they have all being driven away.
No need to hunt for petrol
from fuel station to fuel station,
no need to find your way
through a crowd of hungry children
and no need to feel guilty
because you have food
and a car and a place called home.
There’s no Victoria falls here,
no Zimbabwe ruins built from rock,
no Kariba lake to live in a boat on,
no great Zambezi to white river raft on
and no need to be afraid
because you are white.
How much better to take the familiar highway
past Durban down to Margate
or to go somewhere on the South coast
and not to study outdated maps
of the unknown to find a place
called Mana pools
on a dirt track
in the middle of the veldt.
How much better to eat in great
familiar restaurants,
that does not charge in US dollars
and to holiday
right next to the big blue ocean
and to tan on a choice of beaches.
Robert Mugabe can have his whole damn country,
even if he’s not the chosen leader
as long as he keeps
his population there,
but everywhere I look
there’s Zimbabwean aliens appearing
out of the blue
and even on a lovely beach
a Zimbabwean girl
swims in panties and a bra
or walks without any.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ian Smith's Rhodesia,
Robert Mugabe's Zimbabwe,
Idi Amin's Uganda,
Do not neglect the prophesies;
For we will surely pay for our sins,
While we live on this earth alive of dead.
Hanging on the traditions,
Pray without ceasing and rejoice always;
But remember that,
Our sins are recorded in heaven.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The land is ours. It's not European and we have taken it, we have given it to the rightful people... Those of white extraction who happen to be in the country and are farming are welcome to do so, but they must do so on the basis of equality.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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Power To The People
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Say we want a revolution,
Wed better get it on right away.
Well, get yer on your feet
And into the street, singing:
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
A million workers workin for nothin,
You better give em what they really own.
We got to put you down
When we come into town, singing:
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers,
How do you treat your own woman back home?
Shes got to be herself,
So she can give us help, singing:
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Now, now, now, now!
Oh well, power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Oh yeah, power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, power to the people!
Power to the people!
Oh well, power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Can you hear him?
Can you hear him whispering behind his window
Can you hear the rain tick against the glass ever so slow
To remind him that the rain hasn't stopped for years
But the pavement isn't drenched with water but with blood and tears
The revolution has started, and the mob is cold hearted
Can't distinguish friend from foe, nor those living or departed
All they see is rage and pain
So many different reasons to revolt, but their screams the same
Freedom … Freedom
This is the chant that reaches the sky
These are the words for which many will die
But the revolution doesn't care
So he stands behind his window with an empty glare
And he looks down upon the fighting, the gunshots and the hate
He looks down upon all those who want control over their own fate
They no longer want to rob, just so they can eat
No longer want to be scared walking down their own street
This isn't for oil, religious reasons or terrorists … No
This isn't for wealth, fame or recognition … No
They are fighting for peace
And until success the revolution will not cease
Until they have what they are screaming for
Nothing less and nothing more
Freedom … Freedom
So he stands behind his window, patiently waiting
Until those in power decide to share
Until those in power decide they care
Until they do Africa is bleeding
And with it the economy is dying
This is not rain this is a country crying
And the people are tired of drowning in these tears
Tired of waiting until the smoke clears
So they stand up strong and keep their heads high
If Africa is to be reborn, let it first die
That is the revolution that's why they fight
Trapped in darkness but there's a small piece of light
Freedom … Freedom
This is for that child that had to watch his family get shot
This is for that child that keeps watching the sky hoping for blessings to drop
His stomach is round, filled with nothing but air
And I won't waste your time asking if it's fair
But this is for that child that had to dropp out of school
No money to pay tuition but wants to go to school
The child that rather studies then plays and gets called a fool
Freedom of ignorance, knowledge its tool
So he stands behind the window, realizing he is dead
Shot in the head by the same revolution that said
This is for the people, and he was hoping it was a dream
But it isn't so he makes two fists and he wants to scream
Freedom … Freedom
But he doesn't, calmness comes over him
And he realizes one thing
The revolutions first step has finally been made
Sacrifices for freedom seems like a fair trade
So instead of screaming freedom he lifts his fist in the air and starts chanting a soft mantra
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa,
Can you hear him?
poem by Vino Venitas
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The POWERFULL
I am the power
Below my bower
Are decided
The bullet’s shower
I am the power
If you are rebel
But are capable
I would help you
Like the crow’s pebble
I am the power
If you are weak
My help is bleak
Let you not shriek
Due to oppression
I am the power
All kinds of “cracies”
Are my policies
Brutal use of power
Are my legacies
I am the power
All organizations
Are in collaboration
Always abet me
In all possible fashion
I am the power
Poor are exploited
Rich are invited
For attaining coffers
Looted from the blighted
I am the power
My ostensible fights
For the all human right
Are my devices
That help me flight
I am the power
poem by Akram Saqib
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