I feel my blood boiling and I live in pain when I think of the suffering in Zimbabwe. I wrote this poem as an eye-opener to this country:

I feel my blood boiling and I live in pain when I think of the suffering in Zimbabwe. I wrote this poem as an eye-opener to this country:

WHO WILL SEND ME?

I want to be there for the victims of crime,

I want to be there for the victims of war,

I want to be there for the victims of hunger.

But then who will send me?

Who will shout his voice for the sake of their souls?

Who will redeem their souls in this time of hunger?

Who will give them a shoulder to lean on in this time of famine?

The dollar is in deep depression; food is a luxury item,

Life in Zimbabwe is the law in the jungle,

You eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest;

People are being chased like wild animals in times of fire in the forest,

Human dignity is being tortured by political turmoil,

Children are breadwinners during the day,

Fathers and mothers are standing in a long queue to get a loaf of bread,

Hunger is the name of the game.

African leaders arise! African leaders speak out!

Who will rescue my brothers and sisters from this inhumanity?

Zimbabwe; the human brain is destroying your dignity,

Medulla and cerebellum are destroying your beauty,

Zimbabwe! Where is your fighting spirit?

Maybe let me say Rhodesia, where is your fighting spirit,

Where are your dignity and your pride?

Maybe the leadership needs rehabilitation,

Maybe Mugabe needs leadership training; Zimbabwe is not his spaza shop.

African heads of state, arise and shout.

Let me raise my voice in despair, let me shout in agony,

Nepad, the time has arrived, the time is now, the time to speak out against autocratic leadership

African Union; now is the time, the time to voice out;

African countries learn to live in harmony; Mozambique learnt the hard way,

Nigerians recognised it in time, DRC is struggling to unite against evil forces, in

Angola the egg is hatching; Rwanda! Poverty is the last word in every sentence,

Burundi! Negotiations are the matter of the day,

But Zimbabwe is separating pollen honey and the bee.

Written by: Tshidelelo Phillip Netshandama