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