If this has been posted before, I apologise and pse remove. If not, methinks it is so appropriate it should be seen here, too. Image thanks to Zapiro. Poem thanks to Alf Hutchison: Mugabes dying reflections. Ninety years old today, and now nothing left to do, There is simply no soul on earth left for me to screw, I have succeeded in making Zimbabwe, a place of living hell, Most opposition I have killed; those who shout and yell. I have ignored the peoples pleas for over thirty years, Their pleas to have a healthy land brings me close to tears. I hate White folk with a passion, of that all are aware, Stealing their farms and livelihood I deemed very fair. Grace my typist precious wife, a billionaire self made, A far cry from poor Sally who was just a chamber maid. I am told the great big wheel turns, as it did in my favor, I am the Black mans idol, his number one best flavor. As I reflect upon my days, my lust for wealth and power The West will see me as Hitler in my closing hour, My rhino skin cares little for their jibes and scorn, Eating only caviar now, I have lost my taste for corn. Thank you Britain and America for giving me this land, With China and with Russia they made a four piece band. Thanks of course to Israel too for helping rig the vote, Please join me in my dying hour as I choose to gloat. Robert Gabriel Mugabe whom Rhodesians love to hate, These countries handed me Rhodesia on a silver plate. - Written by Alf Hutchison.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 11:58:17 +0000
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