Sad or Happy
Fine or ******
Loved or hated
Lazy or dedicated
Still or dynamic
Warm or poikilothermic
Fresh or stifled air
Nature doesn't care
Stars are going to glow
Your spirits high or low
Rivers will still flow
With winters come snow
And for summer we know
The winds will always blow
Birds will fly and tire
Nothing outshine's desire
But even that everlasting flame
Dies and leaves ash of blame
A new day will come, sun will rise
With expectations we open our eyes
Set new plans, hands on the guns
Aluta continua, be it monks or nuns
The roads of yesterday forgotten
And new ones at present trodden
Some will walk some will drive
Others stuck while some arrive
It's everyday's common tune
Be it January or june
A poet will rhyme,singers'll sing
Provoke a bee, It's gonna sting
Some live to die, some die to live
can't stay forever,some point we'll leave
Such is strife but strife is life
Unless It's the afterlife  
The dusk will come to fight the dawn
Returning to daily *** or daily ****
You play the chess, you move a pawn
Some hearts are mended,others torn
You was a kid, but soon you've grown
With a brother now, soon he's gone
It's the way the clock of nature works
With no insulator to avoid her shocks

Poet : Praise Ncube

Poem : Death of democracy in Zimbabwe.

Date : 19/01/22

They fought the oppressors,
For them to be oppressors.
The blood
The sweat
And that unity , was all meant to
slaughter and cremate democracy,
FOREVER !!!

Look , she's crying.
Democracy is crying
They have given her capital punishment.
She's facing the guillotine
Surrounded by soldiers with guns
and so ready to ****
Brutal policemen , equipped with button sticks and handcuffs.

Look at the soldiers and the police
,they are hungry
Their kids are being chased out of  classes ,
They have uncleared fees
One of the soldiers lost his mother
yesterday.
How ?
Hospitals are now pigsties
Good doctors and nurses are in the Diaspora.
But they still have courage **** DEMOCRACY.


Let the citizens speak
Refuse to be a state apparatus
African politicians are liars !
Killers !
Corrupt idiots !
They assassinate and eradicate,
prominent speakers.
Prosecution and persecution won't link
But African rulers intertwine them
And that's too harsh for democracy.

And you citizens ,
Don't be too proud to say , I don't do politics
Interested or not
Politics will do you !

Printed in the constitution is ,
FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND EXPRESSION
Translation :
YOU SPEAK , YOU FACE OPPRESSION.

With nothing resolved ,
We still face the polling station : that ballot
We queue ,
and they teach us to draw that X,
By that we suffocate democracy

We think we decide whom we want ,
No , they decide.
We elect , they select.
Voting is not part of democracy,
That's a cancer to it .

She looks helpless
It's sad and weary
But we shall be happy again.
Aluta continua.