Lost Souls Of Zimbabwe
By Hasani Hasani
Evil versus Good
Mandela preaches love
Mugabe preaches hate
Mandela preaches reconciliation
Mugabe preaches division
Mugabe destroyed agriculture
Mandela strengthened farming
Mugabe put his people in bondage
Mandela saved his people from apartheid
Cry Great Zimbabwe
What happened to you my Great Zimbabwe?
You born out of the raging fire of Chimurenga
Chimurenga for peace,
Chimurenga for equality,
Chimurenga for freedom
Where are you true freedom fighters?
Those whose blood was shed for you Great Zimbabwe
Those whose homes were burnt for you Great Zimbabwe
Those who fought for justice,
Those who fought for peace,
Those who fought for equality,
Those who fought for freedom,
Is hate speech peace?
Is POSA justice?
Is AIPPA freedom?
Who are these vultures?
Was your gallant sons and daughters blood shed for one man to rule?
Was life lost for one party to rule?
Were houses burnt for one party to loot the national treasure?
Real freedom fighters are turning in their graves
Hate speech is not what they fought for.
POSA is not what they fought for
AIPPA is not what they fought for
One man rule for eternity is not what they fought for
Oppressors be ware
The writing is on the wall
Another Chimurenga is coming to free my Great Zimbabwe
To some it is freedom to choose,
To us it is freedom not to choose,
To some it is great speeches of love and hope
To us it is hate speech and hopelessness
These are the days of fear
The days of intimidation
The days of forced rallies
The days of rape
The days of beatings
The days of hatred
The days of lies
The days of insanity
The days of division
The winds of change
The winds of change are blowing across Africa
Blowing away the big lie
Blowing away the rhetoric of solidarity
Mugabe are you watching the winds of change?
Blowing across the North,
The suppressed voices are now the victors,
Yesterday it was Mubarak, today its Gadaffi, and who’s next?
Time marches for whom the bell tolls,
The writing is on the wall,
Run whilst you can.
Zimbabwe free yourself from the shackles of Tyranny.
Lost souls of Zimbabwe
Fear is written on poor mothers faces
As the drumbeat sounds
It’s the drumbeat of lost souls
Souls lost in bitterness
Mothers run like headless chickens
Run for their precious young souls
Innocent young souls
Caught in the crossfire of a mortal game
It’s a deadly game of politics
Where killers are glorified
Where murderers are let loose
Let loose on the masses by fake liberators
“Kill the opposition!” they shout
“Kill the sell-outs!” they shout again
“We liberated this country!” they shout
These are the lost souls of Zimbabwe.
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