Kangsen Feka Wakai
Time and time again
We’ve been told
How much they love the Zimbabweans
Just as much as they loved the Rhodesians.
Time and time again
We’ve watched from the sidelines
As they’ve made monsters of heroes and heroes of monsters.
Songs sung with the same zeal
With which they defended Smith and Botha.
It is done with the same ease
With which they’ll shoot and soothe; bomb and rescue;
Starve and feed; break and build; trick and teach; massacre and bury.
Its nineteen-eighty four all over again
Replaying itself…1984…1984…1984
Lies that glitter like pearls in the dimness of this endless night.
Lies that still amaze and baffle us
Our gods laugh out loud in their sleep.
Laughter so lethargic it numbs the spirit.
Truth takes flight to the netherworld.
Time and time again
We’ve mocked the poverty of Haitians;
exploited the confusion of Africans;
Cringed at starving Ethiopians;
praised the civility of Rhodesians and conspired in our dehumanization.
Time and time again
The gods have dreamt in laughter
And laughed in anger.
Time and time again
They’ve reminded us
Of who they really are
And because of them
We now know who we really are.



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