When they spoke, I could not believe,
They are racists,
They hate Mugabe,
Nonsensical propaganda,
I went there and I could not believe,
They are all dark in complexion,
As if the sun only burns in their region,
They are scraggy and unhealthy,
As if they are mechanized skeletons,
They all look like they were born of the same mother,
A child cried piteously in one village,  
Like a lazy mouse,
In fact she, battled to cry,
The poor mother just looked at her with deep sadness,
Shaking her tiny head,
She could not help,
The child was dying of hunger,
And the mother just watched as the little girl died,
I cried,
She died,
The mother had no strength to cry,
She collapsed,
I cried another cry,
So much I saw, it is unbelievable,
Thereafter, I hated Mugabe with a passion,
And everyday I cry for all of them,
And I cry with them all.
**** Mugabe.

Today is the day,
The day today,
The impossible,
I do hereby decide,
My back, I turn,
On the once giant mother,
Now a just tattered street kid,
The land of my father,
The land of my mother,
Zimbabwe my land,
I leave them,
Brothers and sisters,
Cousins and friends,
My wife and children,
My mother and my father,
Them I leave in unimaginable despair,
In excruciating pain and murderous hunger,
Them I leave,
In terrible suffering,
And bitter oppression,
With no end in sight,
I live to land of the unknown,
When things fall into place,
I will come to fetch you,
Goodbye all,
Again, we shall meet.

I was born there,
I lived there,
In the prison that is,
Life there,
Died a long time ago,
And continues to die every day,
Life there,
Is no life at all,
No life is like that life,
A life,
Which is just a death sentence,
A life in Mugabe’s Zimbabwe.

A heart,
A soul,
A troubled heart,
A wounded soul,
A bleeding heart,
A wandering soul,
My heart,
My soul,
My hardened heart,
My battered soul,
The heart of a lion,
The soul of a bull-dozer,
The heart of a survivor,
The soul of a fighter
The heart of a guerrilla,
The soul of a gorilla,
I have seen it all,
I am a freedom fighter,
I am a Zimbabwean,
At heart and soul.

For long,
We have looked to the heavens,
Our necks are now stiff,
For long,
We have kneeled to pray,
Our knees can no longer stretch,
For long,
We have hoped it to happen,
But for long,
It has just been exacerbating,
Others have even prayed,
For his demise,
How much longer,
Will it take,
How much longer,
Are we still going to suffer,
At the hands of this monster President,
The Zimbabweans of Zimbabwe and elsewhere,
How long Lord.

The system has gone so rotten,
Like an egg gone so bad,
The system has murdered us,
Like we did the Rhodesian Regime,
Its masters and grandchildren,
For that,
We now pay dearly,
Those stimulating chimurenga songs,
Have turned to distressful sad songs,
Dogs of poverty,
Have been unleashed on us,
Ruthlessly mauling us,
Leaving us tattered,
And the nation,
Bleeding heavily and badly,
The system has gone so cruel,
Like a vampire that it has turned to,
And its ****** and mindless strategists
And heartless engineers,
The system.

It is really bad it is hurting so bad,
The bed we made and needed so badly,
The cause of our happiness and miseries,
Our reason for wanting to live for ever,
And for wanting to die now,
The bed that is a bad bird,
A bad bird not that bad,
So bad its hurting,
Hurting so bad.