House of Stone you are my life
House of Stone you are my wife
My brother from another mother, my sister from another mister
My niece from another miss
House of Stone you are a mansion yet to some you are a dungeon
To the poor you are a sweltering red hot oven
Yet to the numerous ruling party cronies you remain a plush paradise like heaven
House of Stone you are my pride
House of Stone you were the chosen bride
Yet your own children have cursed you
With our stolen votes they peruse the city streets
In their elegant lavish limousines labelled ZIM what? Nonsense
Their irritating sirens reminding us for the umpteenth time
Of the wailing Grandmother in UMP Who has nothing but a morsel of dry almost rotten piece of chimodho To feed to the fifteen grandchildren yet when her vote they wanted
They promised her all agricultural inputs and the mother of all seasons (As if they are the rain makers) plus that futile monthly BACCOSI hamper that never was
House of Stone what disease has invaded you?
Which virus is gluttonously munching through your anatomy?
For you no longer know life but strife
You are no longer an epitome of freedom but the home of doom and gloom
I say look around you House of Stone
They claim to be happily married
They sleep under the same blanket and share the same narcissistic bed
Yet when night falls they draw daggers for each other
What then is the GNU when national unity remains a fragile yet cosmetic accord between three principals
I say look around you House of Stone, look around you House of Stone
From the once Sunshine City to now Shit of Harare
From the breadbasket of Africa to the basket case of Africa
From the Great Zimbabwe to the Zimbabwe Ruins
STILL House of Stone
Look around you House of Stone
From the National Water Authority to the No Water Authority
From the Electricity Supply Authority to the Electricity Shortage Authority
From the Grain Marketing Board to the Grain Massacre Board
STILL House of Stone
From Seretse Khama to Ketumile Masire to Festus Mogae to Ian khama Jnr.
STILL house of stone
From Nelson Mandela to Thabo Mbeki to Mohlante to Jacob Zuma and future leaders
STILL House of Stone
From Kenneth Kaunda to Fredrick Chiluba to Levy Mwanawasa to Rupiah Banda to Michael Sata
STILL House of Stone
Even abroad House of stone From Ronald Regan to Gorge Bush Snr. to Bill Clinton to Gorge Bush Jnr. to Barack Obama
Still House of Stone
I say look around you House of Stone
But that day is coming House of Stone
That day when the people’s will shall be felt
That day when the people shall TAKE CHARGE and pen their own constitution
That day when the people shall determine their own destination
For we have had enough of the dust of toil
From our failed Agrarian soil
And all we need is bread on our tables bread on our tables!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Tapfuma Ronald Jongwe
Tapfuma Jongwe is a Performing Poet who has performed at various local, regional and international platforms. He writes here in his own personal capacity.
House of Stone you are my wife
My brother from another mother, my sister from another mister
My niece from another miss
House of Stone you are a mansion yet to some you are a dungeon
To the poor you are a sweltering red hot oven
Yet to the numerous ruling party cronies you remain a plush paradise like heaven
House of Stone you are my pride
House of Stone you were the chosen bride
Yet your own children have cursed you
With our stolen votes they peruse the city streets
In their elegant lavish limousines labelled ZIM what? Nonsense
Their irritating sirens reminding us for the umpteenth time
Of the wailing Grandmother in UMP Who has nothing but a morsel of dry almost rotten piece of chimodho To feed to the fifteen grandchildren yet when her vote they wanted
They promised her all agricultural inputs and the mother of all seasons (As if they are the rain makers) plus that futile monthly BACCOSI hamper that never was
House of Stone what disease has invaded you?
Which virus is gluttonously munching through your anatomy?
For you no longer know life but strife
You are no longer an epitome of freedom but the home of doom and gloom
I say look around you House of Stone
They claim to be happily married
They sleep under the same blanket and share the same narcissistic bed
Yet when night falls they draw daggers for each other
What then is the GNU when national unity remains a fragile yet cosmetic accord between three principals
I say look around you House of Stone, look around you House of Stone
From the once Sunshine City to now Shit of Harare
From the breadbasket of Africa to the basket case of Africa
From the Great Zimbabwe to the Zimbabwe Ruins
STILL House of Stone
Look around you House of Stone
From the National Water Authority to the No Water Authority
From the Electricity Supply Authority to the Electricity Shortage Authority
From the Grain Marketing Board to the Grain Massacre Board
STILL House of Stone
From Seretse Khama to Ketumile Masire to Festus Mogae to Ian khama Jnr.
STILL house of stone
From Nelson Mandela to Thabo Mbeki to Mohlante to Jacob Zuma and future leaders
STILL House of Stone
From Kenneth Kaunda to Fredrick Chiluba to Levy Mwanawasa to Rupiah Banda to Michael Sata
STILL House of Stone
Even abroad House of stone From Ronald Regan to Gorge Bush Snr. to Bill Clinton to Gorge Bush Jnr. to Barack Obama
Still House of Stone
I say look around you House of Stone
But that day is coming House of Stone
That day when the people’s will shall be felt
That day when the people shall TAKE CHARGE and pen their own constitution
That day when the people shall determine their own destination
For we have had enough of the dust of toil
From our failed Agrarian soil
And all we need is bread on our tables bread on our tables!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Tapfuma Ronald Jongwe
Tapfuma Jongwe is a Performing Poet who has performed at various local, regional and international platforms. He writes here in his own personal capacity.
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