Ever present the
Calm monster ripples rushes
Tsunami Wall of terror approaches
Wave after wave hits
Pouring down seas of Mugabe’s ammunition
Threatening all in his path
No choice have they the people
To take to their heels
Or cower hopefully sheltered
But to protect their own
Too late to change circumstance
They are but his
Ripe for the taking now or die

In rage and anger
All in his wake
Unwilling unable to flee
Petrified of what is asked of them
Hide behind homes walls
Mere youngsters 9 or 10 years old
Guns for toys
Machines of destruction
Rain floods of death
Walls of bodies
Die to his name
Those remaining
Hardened to this war
Stealing lives.