Take off the mask,mask off
Trace the roots
Uncover the ground ,let it dawn on us....
We are just fruits
Fruits of a generation that existed before
our existence and defiled the odds
Their efforts paid off and now we reap the
rewards
Bullets and smoke billowed in 1966 as the oppressed opposed the oppressor in arms
Demanding what rightfully belonged to their
kind
A horror movie unfolded under the haze of
the sun
For the Taker was unwilling to surrender a
rich blessed land
Mighty ,powerful,
Too
strong or rather too fierce were the ways of the white man to keep them in
slavery
Making their superiority a advantage to
amass scores of victory for themselves
Strong they emerged, undermining the dreams
of black people
The black melanin faded with being treated
unequally in a land we truly belonged to
Rewards they demanded, broken and half
dead,
They fought for a cause which seemed
senseless
Senseless to the oppressors who tried to
render them powerless
Toiling, sweating
Nearly corroded by the waters of death
Determined and courageous
Their grip remained firm on the rope of
hope
Challenged by circumstances ,slowly they
mounted
Bounded together by a force aimed at
tearing them apart ,
Coming up with strategies, and preparing
regiments
They trooped their hopes in the sky and
daily revised their tactics
Overzealous leadership they had,
philanthropic man in spectacles
Supported by a smart humble masterminds
with brains and strength equating the size of his belly
A better nation they had castled in their
minds
Devised ways to achieve the desired brand new
Dzimbahwe
For you they still found the guts to dream
of a peaceful country even though times were tough then
A
better lifestyle for you and me and advanced education for our children
Trapped in the lime light of the bullet
they laid their lives on the line, dying
in the name freedom
Freedom of a beautiful nation, for the
smoke that thunders ,Mosiyathunqa
The monumental stone walls and the Chinhoyi
Caves,
It was the pride of the nation they had on
their shoulders
Deprived of that privilege, the privilege
to enjoy the rich ground rich in minerals
The reasons proved more than enough to
produce a strong, equipped fearless Zimbabwean to the battlefield
Do or die they say, true my forefathers did
what had to done to get the job done
Whether alive or dead, this was more than
vengeance but legacy at stake
And so they struggled and grabbed what was
theirs from the Westerners
18 April 1980
Freedom came panting ,knocking at the door
Black people were emancipated
History was recreated ,rewritten as a
wonderful story, the status quo was redrawn
The Zimbabwe Bird grabbed the catapult
Catapulting Rhodesia to a land of freedom,
Zimbabwe
And so time flew
Months became months
Years became years
Decades became decades
And time landed on a plain called today
TODAY
April the 18th
We are to brace our selves , embrace our
pride
Proud of our land we are to stand
Proud and tall
Tall enough to see into a future dripping
with milk and honey
Honey in the future as we open up for
business
Business as usual as we grasp the fighting
spirit
The spirit of fighting for success yet
maintaining peace in our land
Today we are to become Africans once again
Once again we are to conquer and flourish
The forever flourishing Zimbabwe is to
blossom like a wild flower
Today we will become the people
United and Free ,We are to Work
We are to succeed
We are to celebrate
April the 18th
©Evolve Poetry and 5.4 Poetry
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