I Want
Yah! Let me tell you,
Let me tell you about the last struggle in our country
2000 political violence.
Those days thousands of people lay dead
The streets were full of blood.
I want to tell you about how people were suffering
Some they spend seven days without anything to eat
Some where forced to walk hundred miles
People where struggling,
People where crying
I want to tell you about how people were disappearing.
Brothers and fathers were forced to join the ruling party
Young stars were forced to join the green bomber youth militia
Mothers and sisters were raped,
Brutality raped.
Some were raped in front of their husbands,
In front of their children.
I was scared very scared
My tears were running down to my chick
When I saw a young 14 year girl raped in front of me
She was raped by 4 strong men.
I sweated! Shivering nothing to say
Only I was shaking my head my hands were holding my mouth,
Let me tell you about the blood shade.
I want to tell you about the white farmers
White people were forced to leave their farms
They left their properties they were not aloud to carry
Anything,
Some they were beaten
Their farms were burned in ashes
Crops were slashed by the so called war veterans.
I want to tell you about how people were murdered
Some you find their body parts missing.
I was breathing heavily,
When my friend was hanged on a mango tree
Nqobani was innocent, he was a kindness man
But he died because he was an enemy to the ruling part.
He died whilst fighting for change
Her private parts were found missing.
Tears can dry but memories can't die
I will always remember you
And I will keep on fighting unless we set free.
I want to tell you about this government
This government of ours has totally destroyed,
Our beloved country
It has totally destroyed the whole situation
From his excellence president to his exultant dictator
Let me tell you I want.
Only the government they know is to maintain its solders
And policeman by buying them new boots, new stockiest, new
Uniforms,
New underpants and the new button sticks
Yet the economy is going down.
Things are hard to get
No ballpoint, no sugar, no fuel, no water, even a toilet tissue
You can’t find it
Or cry beloved country or cry beloved country.
I want to tell you everything and I will tell you
From south, to north, east to west.
From kwaBulawayo to Harare via Gweru
All corners of the country
Let me tell you and I will tell you
Copyright © Nqo Mafu | Year Posted 2006
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