Thane of the Glamis Arena
Doyen of constitutionalism
Chikara che Zanu
The villager who dared to challenge,
Hope-monger, democrat,
Courageous fighter,
Patriot to the core,
Always leading from the front.

With intolerance on the rise you stood up
When incompetence grew you spoke up
When inflation turned to hyper you jumped in,
and tamed it.
When fear became the air,
you eyeballed it.
Yours is the courage of legions,
they will sing of your name for generations,
To your remembrance, they will build monuments.

I send a humble request to the heavens,
a whisper on the wings of the winds,
may the gods grant you more,
More health! More years! and More strength.
Get well soon Captain Courageous.

In the beginning there was neither shape nor form nor light,
yet a path was forged and gods were made false or true wrong or right,
empires have risen and fallen,
doctrine and propaganda awash like pollen,
full of stories, sometimes stolen,

So ugly was our beginning
that our aftermath promises the same,
always at war albeit with different names,
the dream of peace deferred further to a future that is shady.
From a distance its a spectacle, though ugly,
constant quarrels like babies,
going back and forth skirting the issues,
'cause of the length of time we are now at harmony with our chaos, so occupied no longer stopping to count the our daily loss.
Given this rate I fear a return to the shapeless beginning in the shady aftermath.

Weep not child,
though thy hopes and great expectations
seem to be shattered by the wretched of the earth
and the recurrent harvest of thorns,
I beseech thee- weep not child;

life hath tossed you away,
feel how lonely it is at the deep end?
you are in the midst of hard times,
perilous, treacherous;
Even as the valiant capitulate and yield
remain a true son of the soil,
till the land
and keep on waiting for the rain,
I beseech thee- weep not child;  

The rain will come with the arrow of God,
straight and honest it will lay bare their chambers of secrets, destroy their names and their things;
with all their pride and prejudice,
they will no-longer be at ease,
as their names and things fall apart,
be ready child,
for we will need new names new things,
so weep not child,
this is God's case, no appeal.