HE IS NOT DEAD

   
I hear deafening noises!
I hear he has shuffled off this mortal coil!
Died overseas in sky high, glittering hospitals,
While we are bereft of analgesics for shattering headaches.
Are you sure he is dead?
No ways, no!
He is not deceased!
It's a mere bluffing!

A master of the house of murderers,
Worshipped and kowtowed by the so called heroes,
Who assassinated Masuku, butchered thousands of citizens and dumped them in Bhalagwe,
Their spirits never appeased.
How many were terrorised and tortured in Tsholotsho?
The victims watched, devastated and defenseless.

I hear the deafening noises!
They say he has breathed his last and gone away.
People died on alcoholic beverages,
Consoling themselves of immense distress, thinking it will dissipate.
Does pain vamoose, by the way?
Today he has finally gone away!
Is it...?
No! Its unbelievable!
He has not died!

What kind of bird dies in another's nest?
A clever one builds It's own from the feathers of other birds,
But it dies in its own nest!
He has not died!!

The world knows no expert;
The remains rot in the soil!
Who took care of that monstrous, squenching hate spitter?
The drum has stopped beating
But the beating in my ears hasn't!
Audible beats that remind me of cattle bells,
Deep in the thickets of Tsholotsho,
Where ashes and scars furthermore remnants and ruins of my folk lay,
After machine guns annihilated the lives of innocent and defenceless people.

The sons of soil fought and brought Zimbabwe.
Through braggadocio,
You personalised the country and shamelessly boasted,
"So Blair,keep your England and I keep my Zimbabwe".
And world leaders let you be with your Zimbabwe.
Alas they had the last laugh when you messed up the nation.
Quandaries like hunger, despair and violence took a toll in the country
And your people involuntarily deserted their warm, loving families in search of greener pastures in neighboring and abroad countries.
And you remained bull,
Bellowing with intense monocracy.
Tons of citizens wished you could be called by the departed but it was not to be!

Surely are you dead?
Yes you are dead!
You are!
Media said so.
Your name will never leave our lips.
Your beloved ones and sycophants blame death
And your haters praise death wishing it could have visited you much earlier!

Your deeds and misdeeds live on!
What death is this?
King Pharoah and Mzilikazi reigned and died.
Their names remain beautifully inscribed in peoples hearts and minds
But you tyrant!
You sowed abundant seeds of evil in the country,
Certain tribes don't see eye to eye as a consequence of such.
No, no, no! You aint dead.

You deprived our folks of existence
"It was a moment of madness,"
You told the universe.
We kept reticent and watched,
Because we know you can't dare the devil,
With time we healed,
Amidst of that we vowed,
Calculated and rose later,
Only to be thrown in jail for the vengeance!
We cried out, no one in the country, beyond the borders or abroad heard our whimpers!
You barricaded your ears so you could not hear us.
You threatened and let hell loose on us!
Yes, you did like a viscious bull dog.
Yep, today you are dead!!

Won't believe it though
Not until I see an off shoot of empathy
Not until a tree of sympathy grows and
It's shade gives a shelter of hope to the whole country,
When everyone will be equal before the law
And no tribe will be more significant than the other,
When children get proportionate education and opportunities.

Your hands are brimmed with people's blood!
Your heart distends with malevolence!
What are you?
"Makhasana" will be spirited to see you being received by iconic heroes!
Lookout Masuku.
Joshua Nkomo.
J.Z Moyo.
T.G Silundika.
Dumiso Dabengwa.
Oh! Behold whoever said the nation is destroyed by the poor
You are not dead!

Bhekani Dube the poet