Best Zimbabwe Poems

You can all breathe now Zimbabwe 
Rejoice freedom from repression 
lift yourselves out of depression,

new president, no wannabe 
so democratize your Country
repulse anything contrary 

be pleased, say goodbye to Bobby
he has had it too good, too long
those hard years all terrible wrongs,

rule with fear is...

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I was on top of his head. 
An answer to a hairy I a dumping space. 
I have seen him. 
An answer to blind eyes. 

I have heard the voice. 
An answer to deaf. 
Even if we woke up, we can testify. 
Words from the...

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Grey smoke of burning limbs
A burnt charred flag of 
patriotism flying
In the June 27 democracy...

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Plucked i am,
From the flowering mopane
By the mother of the mischievous ones,
Only to be reduced
To a reproving stick.

Safe and secure i am,
Or rather i think i am
In my seemingly fortified pod.

Later disposed into the arid savannah
Where the hooves of migrating buffaloes
Forcibly crush me out
Seeding me...

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Plucked i am,
From the flowering mopane
By the mother of the mischievous ones,
Only to be reduced
To a reproving stick.

Safe and secure i am,
Or rather i think i am
In my seemingly fortified pod.

Later disposed into the arid savannah
Where the hooves of migrating buffaloes
Forcibly crush me out
Seeding me...

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Zimbabwe we hear your country screaming
We're powerless to help you you're at the mercy of a party thats murderous and 
scheming
Robert Mugabe and his thugs the Zanu PF
They deny you free elections instead they dole out death
The world see's your pain but hears only one...

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Zimbabwe
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day...

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Z ulus and Shonas possess the lands
I ndependence placed it in their hands
M ugabe dictates his corrupt demands
B abies starve in the streets eating out of empty cans
A ids is rife amongst women and man reducing their life spans
B eautiful country reduced to desert sands
W...

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I was born in the beautiful country called Zimbabwe,
Now it is devastated by the tyrant Robert Mugabe.
It was once a land full of milk and honey,
No this poem is not going to turn out funny.

But once this African came into power, 
The whole country turned...

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My mother to have known her a bold lady
Till this sad night she sneezed sneezingly
Puffing out the chocking gastric fumes of
Strong  perfumed  odours  diffusingly off

Note that her tardy voice pitched so loud
Brought distresses and inflictions in odd
With her speech, grief it did...

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Bob Marley will remain proud
In the peace that has survived
Despite years of being a target 
In a world whose power is tilted
To a few who claim to own all 

The most brilliant of military interventions
In a country deemed unable to think for self 
Yet it...

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30 possible destinations.
Outstanding in a variety of ways.
12 stood out immediately.
Kindness meant we would listen to everyone’s ideas.

25 women thought they might go.
Did anyone think of Belgium? Their chocolate is amazing!
7 dropped out right away due to the cost.
Paring down countries fast now, due to...

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A zany Zimbalist from Zimbabwe
Stopped me on Calcutta Road with a, “hey!”
We are not the same
For I am quite tame
I liked the fact he was merry and gay....

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I am the potato every  pig covets,
The circus every Woolf dream to perform in, and
The toddler  every phidophile crave to live with
But non will ever have

I am the uncut gem that will ever be rough
The golden egg that will never hatch
The promissory rain...

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I refuse to mourn
Your death
Mr. Dead President! 

I refuse to sit here
And pretend to have forgotten 
How much your own people 
Waited to experience the sweetness
 Of a time like this!

I refuse my conscience
To feel the pinch 
Of telling the salty truth about a dead...

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