The troubles of Mugabe (1)

hard as i try, calm as i seem
the troubles of Mugabe never seem to make me sane
tears, anger, vengeance, and strife seize my true being
forcing me down the depth of the fourth dimension
where man is all brutish and blunt

i reflect upon the agonising face of truth
as she is dragged along the streets of Harare
i cringe as i see flesh and blood mark the path upon which she passes
death cometh soon afterwards, as light fades to night
The Old War Horse of Rhodesia smiles and waves

helpless and naive of the ways of African politics,
i seek solace in the comfort of Karma
waiting for the day of retribution
waiting for the third day.......
........when truth shall rise from the grave
.....waiting patiently.......
......waiting eternally....
....waiting...
.. like my grandfather did for Jesus.



Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2008-07-06 at 21:32

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Joe Fern
quite a powerful poem here. amazing work
2008-07-31