Jabulani Mzinyathi
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Poems by Jabulani Mzinyathi
NO LOOKING BACK
the echoes of your words
chenjerai hove i hear them
i wanted to be scorched first
then i would know fire burns
to the medicine men i went
asked for that unique gift
to see ghosts and goblins
today i am stuck with that gift
the medicine men cannot take it back
the ghosts and goblins i still see
THE EXORCISM
see the dark clouds
the dark clouds of evil
the air is humid
ubiquitous hate speech
what now nation builders
all the mudslinging
listen to the statesmen
their words pure venom
frothing at the mouths
no distinction between opponents and enemies
to the throne by any means
murder, rape,kidnapping
the nation lifeless
in the web of fear
see the dark clouds
the dark clouds of evil
the thunder of their oratory
the lightning of poverty
satsfying their evil egos
nothing for us in all this
we refuse to be cannon fodder
refuse to be pawns in their games
innocent blood
that blood drips
drips from their hands
the mark of the beast
there on your forehead
see that stain
plain for all to see
that stain, that stain
behind it the pain
how to forgive
those that never sought forgiveness
that blood drips
from the hands of my kith and kin
[These poems were inspired by the xenophobic attacks in South Africa.]
Jabulani Mzinyathi is the Provincial Magistrate for Beitbridge, Zimbabwe. In the 90s he held leadership
positions in the Budding Writers Association of Zimbabwe; he also held the position of president for the
Zimbabwe Poetry Association.
NO LOOKING BACK
the echoes of your words
chenjerai hove i hear them
i wanted to be scorched first
then i would know fire burns
to the medicine men i went
asked for that unique gift
to see ghosts and goblins
today i am stuck with that gift
the medicine men cannot take it back
the ghosts and goblins i still see
THE EXORCISM
see the dark clouds
the dark clouds of evil
the air is humid
ubiquitous hate speech
what now nation builders
all the mudslinging
listen to the statesmen
their words pure venom
frothing at the mouths
no distinction between opponents and enemies
to the throne by any means
murder, rape,kidnapping
the nation lifeless
in the web of fear
see the dark clouds
the dark clouds of evil
the thunder of their oratory
the lightning of poverty
satsfying their evil egos
nothing for us in all this
we refuse to be cannon fodder
refuse to be pawns in their games
innocent blood
that blood drips
drips from their hands
the mark of the beast
there on your forehead
see that stain
plain for all to see
that stain, that stain
behind it the pain
how to forgive
those that never sought forgiveness
that blood drips
from the hands of my kith and kin
[These poems were inspired by the xenophobic attacks in South Africa.]
Jabulani Mzinyathi is the Provincial Magistrate for Beitbridge, Zimbabwe. In the 90s he held leadership
positions in the Budding Writers Association of Zimbabwe; he also held the position of president for the
Zimbabwe Poetry Association.