Farirai Chiroodza's Blog

Up Yours

fariraichiroodza — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 18:35:24 +0000

Up yours
To the president
And his cabinet
I raise my defiant middle finger
African politics are a riddle
As they fiddle with the ballot boxes
Rig the votes
And silence the defiant voices
With political violence
Killing the opposition
In their demonstrations

Up Yours
To the war veterans
The Zimbabwean police
The biased media
Zanu supporters
Mr Mugabe
His government and cabinet
I raise my defiant middle finger
Look into the eye of the needle
And die for what I believe in

Two More Seconds

fariraichiroodza — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 17:28:56 +0000

God
Give me two more seconds
In this life
Before the bullet hits my chest
Freeze it and rewind
Back into the arms of the Girl
I am about to lose
Let me pour my soul
Before I am a ghost
Look into her eyes
Make her realize
The love I said is the love I felt
Two more seconds
I will be gone
Heaven does not have a phone to earth
My voice will speak in the wind
You can find me writing poetry
In purgatory
My life, My Story
God before you unfreeze me
Can you divert the bullet
And give me one more chance
To tell her how I feel

Still Breathing

fariraichiroodza — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 17:25:22 +0000

On the Liberty March
Toward the State House
I am the Coward
Behind the brave

Still Breathing

I lie still in a mass grave
They gave their lives for my liberty
Died in this city
I say what a pity
Relieved that I am..

Still Breathing

My Wretched Soul

fariraichiroodza — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 10:21:35 +0000

Poetry from the depths
Of my soul
Even at my death
Every verse will be reflected
As a fact of life
My Wretched soul
With lyrics like holy thesis
Crying Jesus
I am dying inside
Trying to reach
My wretched soul
With verses of tomorrow
No more sorrow
I follow my soul
Into the after life

His Truth

fariraichiroodza — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 13:30:41 +0000

Tattered on my chest
Are notes of a native son
Quotes of my black heroes
Are mottoes I live by
I will die
With revolution
Stamped on my chest
Rebel for life
Outlaw to the corrupt law
I saw crooked politicians
Hooked on power
Kill a man
For his truth

To My Brother

fariraichiroodza — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 12:56:57 +0000

Carried your casket
On my shoulder
Like a true tribal soldier
My heart grows colder
From this emotional boulder
That burdens my soul
Looking at the past
God cast me among a dying breed
My father’s wild seed
Bloomed and withered
Now I carry the family flag
Patriotic to my roots
Walking tall in your boots
Wondering how did you fall from grace
Now I see your dead face
In familiar places
With a smile on my face
I remember you
Rest in peace
My brother, My soldier
Till we meet again

Black Jesus

fariraichiroodza — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:26:28 +0000

Black Jesus
Bless us
With a political solution
My african nation
Through these cracked streets
The black youth
With one tooth
On the back of this country
Trying to survive
But dying in this jungle
Full of murderers
Devil politicians
With their evil teeth
In our african pie
Let us die of starvation
Before our young nation grows
Like a flower blooms
The power is in the people
Our voice is us
And our blessing is black Jesus

Don’t Matter

fariraichiroodza — Wed, 06 May 2009 00:07:19 +0000

Through this currency
My dreams and hopes
Don’t matter
As the politicians get fatter
I look at my skinny son
A reflection of my situation
I pray for my salvation
A whole nation in my position
On the brink of starvation
Our ambitions
Dont matter
To the corrupt politicians
As they seek higher positions
They don’t listen to our questions
In their quest to stay in power
They come to our ghetto election time
To address the poor
Like ghetto veterans
Jive talking slang
Giving temporary handouts
With promises of land
They dont understand
Their dreams and hopes
For this land
Don’t matter to me

ZANU PF

fariraichiroodza — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 12:18:49 +0000

You take the taxes of the poor

Send your troops into war

In Congo land

To loot the mines

Start an internal fight for land

To gain fame

Publicity for your party

In the next election

Vote for Zanu P.F

Or get butchered

Like a white farmer

Is your campaign

My People

fariraichiroodza — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 12:12:30 +0000

My people, My nation
God damn
I love my people
Black or white
Whether I live or die
Its for the love of my people
Hatred created race
But I see no difference
On your white face
Your cry, You bleed
You live, You die
You love, You hate
Black or white
You are still my people
And God gave us life
A hope, A belief
I live my life
In love with my people