Twenty-two women are raped everyday in Zimbabwe
(Zimfact, 2020)
By Rukudzo Onai
witches will piss on your grave for you are vile
your mangy-dog skull will roll in its own slime
as you kneel in lead shower too late for paradise
before you virtue-signal beneath freedom blogs
your septic brain will gross out township dogs
St. Peter won’t lift a finger to look for you in his logs
monsters raped the nation but you are more vile
animal rights movement has no register for your kind
your lattermost breath, thief, will fall at Jesus’ left side
I will see you off first and then look for God
ring goodbye with a Glock during your jog
flowers will dry a kilometre from your tomb
on a fine afternoon to gather for a family picture
blister-beetles will dress you for the Grime Reaper
demons will tow your remains to Gerasene River
don’t search the newspaper, you are the public enemy
no human cause will grow out of your poison energy
bruised heels will be compensated by your serpent head
don’t thumb the Bible, that’s satan in your mirror
what nation will you build by breaking your sister
you are all the snakes you smoke out on Twitter
the justice you summon, you are disposable on its day
for thirty pieces of silver you had court wigs in your pocket
but the air you fouled with lies now passes you on to earth
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