Cholera murders
more than hope can save
as waves of misrule
leave watering holes dry
and Mugabe - the hero,
destroys as he dreams
of supremity's stride
above suppression's sores.
Starvation sings solace
to vacancy's pawns
while famine forms nooses
to hang weary bones
and his followers obey
his most drastic of ways
as violence beats blames
upon innocent breath.
Death looms too tall
each day and again
as hell's harmless hordes
perish in pain...
yet Mugabe is deaf
to the bell
as it tolls,
so he simply sits back--
watches his people crawl.
And here we all are,
as we sit
and we wait
to see too smug a smile
upon evil's lips
and we cry for injustice
at suffering's cost
and pray for the little ones
with lost lifetimes ahead.
We all feel regret
as the news channel ends
and humanity hides
behind page and screen
yet those people are still dying,
needing sight
before they fall,
as we carry on regardless
caring naught for them at all.
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