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Zimbabwe left poorer


Allow this vigilant past eye to say thanks, where it is due Yes! Gratitude is the best attitude Nothing escapes this vigilant eye of the past, To say thank you where it is due When the explosive tension gripped our home, And our vision trodden under feet, By wounded heard of buffaloes Yes! When our hopes were gutted by fire When we were at the verge of losing lives And property When families became prisoners of hope When our home went up inflames As a genuine fire fighter, Dr George Cephas Msipa, you stood firm and remained resolute Allow this vigilant eye to say thanks, where it is due Yes! Dr Msipa, Your fighting expertise propelled You to a trajectory of recovery, And sustainable existence When tribal politics engulfed our community You became the nation’s swift fire extinguisher Yes!You managed to stand the taste of time And put the fire under control, Before the air around our homeland Remained under the stench of ashes When out voluminous farmed field caught fire You executed your fire fighting prowess and the fire died When pain and pitfalls of national consciousness suffocated the nation When opposition parties loved unity of parties, More than unity of purpose You pondered over the despotic scene Thinking beyond the ‘political messiah’ complex Your cherished ideas was quick to confer solution, Within the context of a highly polarised And politically repressive society Allow this vigilant eye to say thanks where it is due By design, you became a leader with great sense of urgency at hand And allowed the latitude to focus on more organic, livelihood matters And superlative wisdom to redefine the national vision An outstanding leader who acquired leadership, With the ability to inspire Zimbabweans, Irrespective of religion, culture, ethnicity Color, creed and political affiliation Designed to drive the nation towards national development When the architecture of economic crisis and pot-bellied zeros went berserk When the fuel and oxygen of the battered and tattered economy of the people’s democratic Republic, Does as they pleases in the realm of funds looting nosedives agendas It mind -boggled this vigilant eye, As it sets its eyebrows sky-high When hindrance of freedom of expression took center stage, Dangerously manifesting into anarchy dictatorship VaMsipa, you decided to remain with the ordinary povo With a permanent state of emergency And a full patriotic revolutionary vigilance Yes! Your humbleness stood by the masses Allow this vigilant eye to say thanks, where it is due
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