Turns

So turns out,

That the one we took,

For a man,

A principled one for that matter,

To lead us out of the hard times,

Took a wild turn,

Against the gravity of the wind,

And so he came out,

As a thorn growing undesirable among flesh.

So,

It’s like sleeping with the devil,

Because at Harare,Remember,

When people,

Who were members,

Before of a movement,

The same,

That cried out and,

Vehemently detested,

The rule of the fair skinned,

Who wanted us to fear him,

Without justifiable reasons,

To believe he was the better being,

Better as the light of the sun,

Is to the glow of the moon.

At Harare,

Where the wealth of a nation,

Was slowly squandered,

By the men who swore at Chinhoyi,

To serve brothers and sisters,

Shed their sweat and blood,

To bring equality and justice,

Hijacked the reason and intent,

Of the so many who failed to make it to the end,

Who I believe would have loved it not,

To see the same people reeling under injustice.

A band of men,

Who organized themselves to destroy,

What was left of the wealth.

Women wept,men braved the pain,

But could not hold back the tears,

As the whip licked their essence,

And the thief stole in front of their eyes,

Only the dead escaped the madness,

Of rabid mongrels out to devour,

The remains of a nation.

A Million souls planned to march,

To the end of the tyranny,

But guns and bayonets were drawn,

Loaded and pointed,

Threatening the very existence of those who dared,

Demand the truth,

A vote was held,

But they ran away with the ballot box,

Further depressing the weak spirited,

And hounding the souls of the resistant.

Things got septic,

Hospitals spit the ill,

And drugs scuttled off the dispensaries' shelves,

Blindfolded,

To find themselves in some back alley,

Fuel sank into the earth,

An embargo was dropped on the nation,

Morgues filled with bodies of departed spirits,

Who had failed to live on in the misery,

Or God had decided to relieve the of the pain and suffering,

Grocery stores could not be restocked,

And bare necessities suddenly became like gold,

But,

Everything surfaced up at the black market,

That came and devoured the right market,

And paper money rolled out of the mint,

Kicking prices higher and higher towards the heavens,

At this point, it would be appropriate to say,

Women wailed, and men cried foul.

School, the institution suddenly become obsolete,

Educators dropped their books and took their knowledge somewhere else,

Thieves stole and shared with the police,

Young women offered their bodies for pennies,

The talented workforce migrated to the west with the sunset,

And my migratory avian visitor,

Sensed the distress in the air,

And ceased perching on my rooftop,

Mandy I named her,

And I miss her.

The nation, under the reign of the gang,

Creaked and groaned like a ship out in a storm,

About to hit bottom,

It struggled as they pitted brothers against each other,

All for the gain of their pockets,

And the strength of their power.

And now,

A new day seems to be arriving,

Slowly, 

turning the eastern sky ruddy,

And the nation ,slowly, Is stirring into action,

To strike once again,

On a new note,

Like the forefathers said,

Nothing under the sun, 

Remains just the same forever.