What a feign fight you exert to
Behold our White infested Africa
Beam with smiles and booms of guns,
Dances of liberty that we’ll never see
Because we still slave, starving
To our Black Brothers who loot our treasury
And leave us pot-bellied children to
Endlessly toil our blood-soaked lands.

Zimbabwe, the pride of Africa
Old Rhodesia where landlords are tenants
And our hope rests with our guests of old.
For twenty years, you have ruled our people
With your ZANU-PF the party for all
Who view opposition as enmity,
‘Ruler-ship is our property, given us
By our fathers,’ “oh Robert, SAVE OUR LANDS!”

Our cries became your pawn
A piece for tactics and politics
Turning deaf ears to the ‘powers that be’
Making you a true son of Africa.
The clanging of glasses echo
From your courtyard, Ah! I hear
Laughter too, something is about to happen
Robert, the people still wait.

Change they say is permanent,
Our people have longed for this
Tempers have flayed red-hot
But you cooled our throats when the
Symbol of our riches were
Seized and given back to us, thus
We traded our lands for freedom
From oppression from our own.

But how permanent is this change?
M.D.C says they are here to save our economy
Our minds have impressions of you our statesman
That seeked a course for our country
Will you, leave us someday?
Perhaps when our frail children have aged
And died while waiting for the change
Their fathers preached.

*ZANU-PF (Zimbabwe’s ruling party), *M.D.C (Opposition Party)