Pye dogs have for centuries roamed the streets of Africa,
Extra-ordinary
men cling to demonalatory disguised as democracy.
The suffering that
yields profits for the first ladies at Kinshasa, Abuja, Nairobi,
Pretoria, Mbabane and other promised lands.
The chief of rebels cut of a
nursing mother's breast,
to draw up another logo of non-tolerance to a
new generation,
that could possibly demean this shit and open clean
sheets of "united we stand".
The illiterate native girl is not a circus
elephant,
but the rebel soldier boy knows not the meaning of Ubuntu.
Everyday he lubricates his joy stick with blood of virgin girls,
before
stealing their breath with high powered machine guns.
Mere results of
evil teachings, of state house canibals avount from Africa.
You
warlords, let birds of the forest sing sweet songs
of social justice
between the Igbos/ Hausa and Fulani, Xhosa and Zulu, Hutus and Tutsis,
Ndebele and Shona. Songs that seperates bullets from ballots.
Burn all
cosmetic constitutions
and write a new chapter of Africaness before
these cankers gull the infants of change.
(By Sheunesu Mpofu - Human Rights Defender, Policy Analyst and Advocate for Political and
Social Justice)
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