I was pleasantly surprised yesterday - I turned on the radio and heard Laura Ingraham giving a real work over about what is happening in Zimbabwe and why aren't the powers that be doing anything about it, why are so many so quite - I have to say this is the first time I have heard ANYTHING about this on radio or telly - not that that says it has not been talked about, I just hadn't heard it yet - except for the odd occasionally mention on the ticker. So thank you Ms Ingraham - I emailed her show last night and asked her to go and look for this poem - then after me doing a search myself, I thought I would post it here and if by chance my email gets read she can come here and see it - so if you are reading this Ms Ingraham, this is for you.
The drums are calling old man, and they are louder by the day
They are calling you to judgement and now's the time to pay
For the wrongs you've done your country and the trust betrayed
So hear those drums swelling, hear well and be afraid
You came to power on waves of hope that you would make your mark
In a land that shone in Africa like diamonds in the dark
In simple faith the people put their trust in your care
And were repaid by the Fifth Brigade and the CIO and fear
Twenty eight years of motorcades and lavish trips abroad
A nations heritage is lost through patronage and fraud
The Chiefs grow fat while people starve and famine stalks our homes
On idle farms the weeds grow rank and cover cattle bones
The youth are taught your slogans but even as they sing
The drums of change are beating for the truth is seeping in
The demagogue has feet of clay and lies will not sustain
The shattered land that once seemed free and will be so again
Too late to blame the drought, the Brits, the whites, the MDC
For all know where the finger points with cold finality
So hear the drums, old man, and listen to them well
They foretell of your end days and they have much to tell
For he who sows the seeds of hate will reap the grapes of wrath
So tremble in your bed at night, at the end of your sorry path
Zimbabwean Drums - Author Unknown
They are calling you to judgement and now's the time to pay
For the wrongs you've done your country and the trust betrayed
So hear those drums swelling, hear well and be afraid
You came to power on waves of hope that you would make your mark
In a land that shone in Africa like diamonds in the dark
In simple faith the people put their trust in your care
And were repaid by the Fifth Brigade and the CIO and fear
Twenty eight years of motorcades and lavish trips abroad
A nations heritage is lost through patronage and fraud
The Chiefs grow fat while people starve and famine stalks our homes
On idle farms the weeds grow rank and cover cattle bones
The youth are taught your slogans but even as they sing
The drums of change are beating for the truth is seeping in
The demagogue has feet of clay and lies will not sustain
The shattered land that once seemed free and will be so again
Too late to blame the drought, the Brits, the whites, the MDC
For all know where the finger points with cold finality
So hear the drums, old man, and listen to them well
They foretell of your end days and they have much to tell
For he who sows the seeds of hate will reap the grapes of wrath
So tremble in your bed at night, at the end of your sorry path
2 comments:
Hey Ally...you must go and put up a Feedjit..it's such a lekker trekker...you can get it there from my blog...you will be amazed at the traffic your blog gets, even my Dad has his regulars..its amazing
Thanx Raven - got it and will see, thanx for all the encouragement too that you send hugs moonie
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