Mosi Oa Tunya by Michelle Dee Clark

Smoke that thunders, masking the coming storm Young men of Chinoyi disappear Men and women tortured for telling the truth Tyrannical regime, that's what they fear And who, are they? They, are you and me and the rest Of the world who sit back and do Nothing as a country dies. Sinking under inflation and oppression, With homemade whips beaten in the street, Hung upside down like pieces of meat. The flesh of the people bloody and bruised But still we do nothing, cries for help Are refused. The farms of the low veld lie in ruins Mutilated animals burn on makeshift pyres Land owners fled, hunted out of their homes By men wielding pangas and murderous Machetes. The decimation of the farmers' lives' work Sanctioned by Bobby himself, arming thugs And bandits - that's where he spends the country's wealth.

The opposition leader is on trial for treason That's like Tony arresting Ian for no bloody reason He's murdered members of the M.D.C. Democracy and change are not to be. People in chains and desperate to be free, even The students are gassed at the University. When will we stop this evil reign Acknowledge the suffering and terrible pain Regime change is the buzz-word on everyone's lips Still Mugabe clings on by his fingertips Hands red with blood, his mind full of fear If the people of the world will rear up And make a stand, he will no longer rule This ravaged land. Thrown to the victorious his body will lay Beheaded and shredded by the people of Zimbabwe. © Michelle Dee Clark, 2003.

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