MP-your Profile Photo, Image may contain: one or more people and closeup Dear Zimbabweans, Activists, media, writers and poets.  The Miombopublishing blog journal   brings you regular posts of word slingers and   word guerillas that are part of the Poets Free Zimbabwe Campaign (the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign) starting from September 2017 to August 2018.

We are going to feature one  Word guerilla  every week  to send a strong message to the merciless , ruthless and careless Mugabe  regime  which has left  the POVO( majority) in limbo. Zimbabweans continue to suffer under the burden of untold poverty, human rights abuses, violence and despotism. The Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign is   trending on our Facebook group 100 Thousand Poets for Peace- Zimbabwe; Poets post their words on the group wall. The Admin of the group then select poems for the Tuck Magazine /Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign (Brave Voices Poetry Journal). MiomboPublishing supports the same CAUSE by featuring    single hardworking and vocal contributors to the Campaign every week. Dear reader meet the King of African verse in English-JB MZINYATHI!

We invite you to read her poetry, send comments like and participate in the CAMPAIGN   on our FACEBOOK platform. For more information send us an email to


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And the lyrics maintain the barbed ring

And the message is still ageless

The lyrics retain the poignancy

Never to be rendered insipid at all

Such is the power of great works of art

Transcending the artificial segmentation of time

For we are there in the past, present and the future


‘And when you think it’s peace and safety, a sudden destruction’

And the words retain a barbed ring still

The rampant burning and looting erupting

The heretics will display the medals tomorrow

Perhaps to be cheated again by the opportunists

History has this uncanny ability to repeat itself

And my ant voice will be there forever

And the words retain their barbed ring still




When silence is mistaken for peace

In this unfolding tragicomedy

When the blind lead the one eyed

Then you ask why this soul is troubled


When rivers of sewage flow ceaselessly

When corruption becomes a national sport

And many are buried beneath mounds of poverty

Then you ask why my soul is troubled


When everywhere are the vibrations of violence

Brutality there on the pedestal placed

And the mark of the beast on their foreheads

And you ask why this soul is deeply troubled




Today the sycophantic press sings

Sing all the wrong songs

Singing for their supper and free beer

The peanuts you throw about like confetti

For all the willing pet monkeys


Today they fall over each other

Just to get the falling crumbs

Augmenting their paltry pay packets

Tramping their own consciences

Abusing the power society bestows


Tomorrow they will know

The sex for jobs scandals

The sex for stage appearance debauchery

When the closet gets too full

The avalanche of falling skeletons.



Jabulani Mzinyathi Image may contain: 1 person, smiling a Zimbabwean to the marrow. A firm believer in the peter tosh philosophy that there will be no peace if there is no justice. Jabulani is a pan African and a world citizen.)


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