MP- Poets Free Zimbabwe Vol 2( Journal against Grace Mugabe perpetrated violence and displacements) .Zimbabwe is under serious threat from a monarchical and Napoleonic machinations of the Mugabe oligarch. Zimbabweans are tired of picking crumbs of poverty in a country abundant with natural resources that are being looted by the few, especially those in the high echelons of power. On top of that voters are subjected to untold violence and intimidation. Chitungwiza residents are bandaging wounds of violence everyday of God . Manzou villagers are regretting of being born Zimbabwe ( a police state) . Zimbabwe need to be freed from the grip of violence ,corruption ,hatred and greed.Grace Disgrace Marufu Mugabe continues to insult the dignity of Zimbabwean women by her careless vitriol and foul mouth( Super Sunday – Tinoenda kumwedzi nguva dzakasiyana),God forbid !. The Poets Free Zimbabwe( Word Guerrillas) are here to stay as they continue to remind the Mugabe dynasty that we need our country from their dirty hands and we can start again ,so far Zimbabwe is closed ,we need a new leadership. This blog a sister journal to the Brave Voices Poetry Journal , so that we fight the tyrant from all angles. Thank you Word guerrillas- Jambiya , Haile Saize, Jabulani Mzinyathi , JAH POET Masenga and Cde Waison Wilson Tynoe- Aluta Continua! Email us at firstname.lastname@example.orgAnd also participate on Facebook groups. Word Spears are mightier than Swords-Mbizo Chirasha.
ECHOES OF DISTRESS
The tailor booted at sixty told he’s inept
Caused the economy to grew malignantly
Adding zeros at freewill accumulating to
Six figures a note, Amnesia spoken off
If not for the gun held to my forehead
I would have inquired for justice thwarted,
Too, to have denied the self imposed amnesia
Of a century blood overwhelmed by power
Though ruthless be the trailer I will protest
In rage the impartialities brought and deny
Being the victim of circumstances today
The brave voices enchants to wage war
Alas the son of soil got me yoked and mocked
Dancing in the dust, Storms so inflicting
His authority even questioned by her actions
A coup in disguise as she grace his crow
Tynoe Wilson (- a Fast Rising poet, servant of the masses, citizens justice activist)
Cleanse the blood that stained Chimoio
Heal the bleeding wounds of those bruised in Chitungwiza
Respect their affiliation
Is it still Rhodesia that you forward with the land act
Draft the tears of homeless Manzou residents
Industrializing our piece of earth
What’s that worth?
Citizens turned to destitutes
Morden day fruit-gatherers
Our vote displaced us
Only mountains are shielding our salvage
How long shall people bleed?
Cry blood Zimbabwe its revolution time
The hour is at hand
Dictatorial sun must set
Justice and freedom day dawn
Tired of wet cheeks
Dry cry the world can’t see
Soldier up no more turn cheek
This time let us not bow down.
Sydney Haile Saize 1 (– a Word guerrilla, a fighter of human rights, a Word slinger in the Campaign against despotism)
8 FORKED SERPENTS
love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you –
the Jack in the beanstalk who strangles, rapes and exterminates mankind –
To love as Christ loves us;
this is our highest mandate.
In my despairing war and cry, I mourn,
“What kind of justice God is this to love an animal that plunders and butchers; that chops the head from a human frame.
How do we love a Chimera who gobbles the meal of the famished;
the Orochi who wears the labour of the people as embroided gowns;
then parades her adornment of gold and precious stones;
the warlock that mangles then exsanguinates the victims –
how can we be asked to show mercy to a beast who preys on the vulnerabilities of the defenceless.
God if this love is at all possible please fill us now so that we may live the remainder of our lives in peace,
even if now is then –
let the nights rest set in
for our hearts love not them
whose deeds we loathe –
and faces we spit on.
What bittersweet love is this
that you show and
bequeath to us –
that you require of us –
“The power of words”
Jambiya(is an emotive writer who weaves the tragedy and victory of the human experience into a tapestry of memorable imagery and metaphor? She speaks with honesty on the spiritual and social challenges of our time. Jambiya’s works are a must read for those accustomed to the jaded perfunctory cleverness of modern wordsmiths)
I AM BITTER
i have nothing sweet for the people.
I’m the gall bladder
leave me alone if i’m not edible,
if not audible;whatever!
I think violently,
and write angrily
because violence is the environment that i am confined to live in;frustrated!
Everyday is bloody chaos
in the streets
in the city
cowing me to voice my bitter rage
for the unarmed vendors.
beating up the unemployed
trying to make ends meet.
turning the vendors’ tables upside
crushing all their fruits and vegetables
and survival hope.
I can’t be sweet.
I behold that which forces me
from writing of natural disasters
into writing of man-bred tear-gas and baton-stick catastrophes;
of the government evading its responsibilities
and hiding behind see-through conspiracies.
Of the system bent on brutality
unleashing police dogs to victimize the civilians it must protect.
I am bitter
and you must be bitter too!
Blessing T Masenga(a bold word guerrilla, a fiery poet through his writings tirelessly and boldly seek to strip nude the oppression and the violations of basic human rights)
LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER
this poem reshuffled cabinet
the rhythm resigned the president
its metaphors adjourned parliament
awaken sleeping patriots eating peanut in slogan darkness
rise dozing voters in the warmth of political acid
awaken struggle heroes in graves tired of wrong epitaphs and fake eulogies
awaken fat cats puffing zanunised and mdcided propaganda burgers in slumber
rise green horns drinking much talked herbal tea of change
grandfathers of patriotism to bring back
truth drowning in potholes of grief
god fathers of change to bring back my vote choked in drums of new renewed
bring red hot charcoal to roast political bedbugs sucking our blood in daylight
bring a word scientist to burn the justified injustice in poetic sulphuric acid
this poem reshuffled cabinet
the rhythm resigned the president
the metaphors adjourned parliament
Mbizo Chirasha( Founder/Campaign Servant of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign, Poet , Writer , Social Justice Activist)
THE SUN LONG SET
The sale by date is gone
The sun long set
The dementia has set in
Someone did not tell the emperor
Tell the emperor of his nudity
Is it the warmth in that cocoon
Shielding you from the nauseating poverty
Not seeing those yawning shells
That were once thriving factories
The ever escalating mass unemployment
That to you is evidence of progress
When home is now not habitable
That your brats live next door
You do not see the conspicuous hypocrisy
Blind to your double standards
The dementia long took root
Heidi Holland was spot on after all
Jabulani Mzinyathi(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)