Can't wait, Bob <br />Can't wait for us <br />To put you in the ground <br />Can't wait to hoist <br />Our beautiful striped flag <br />Over your state funeral <br />To hear the ululations in the towns <br />Harare, Chimoio, Bulawayo <br />The ululations of joy <br />For the passing of the Father <br />Who burned our hope <br />Like leaves of tobacco <br /> <br />Can't wait for them to come at night <br />Dig up your hollow bones <br />To feed them to the jackals and hyenas <br />Whom your veterans <br />Never quite managed to tame <br />Can't wait, Bob, to hear the commentary <br /> <br />You know what they'll say <br />Why, yes, he proved them right <br />Thatcher and Carrington <br />Botha, Smith and the CIA <br />For didn't they predict <br />Devastation and depravity <br />What is it they are calling him, Bob? <br />Good Old Smithy. <br /> <br />You call us racists all <br />Go tell it to the ghosts that haunt you <br />Tell it to Tongogara <br />Tell it to Nkomo <br />The slaughtered Ndebele <br />The raped, the maimed, the tortured <br />All the brave ones you had murdered <br />Tell your story of self-glory <br />To the ones awaiting <br />Who can't wait to put you in the ground <br /> <br />Go for your picnic in the hills <br />With your black snake one last time <br />By the dongas that ran dry <br />The fields where maize once grew <br />Zimbabwe is your graveyard now <br />On which at last the smoke will rise. <br /> <br />Ah, it's devastating, man <br />Do you hear the stories from the Congo <br />From where his dollars come <br />Rape of men as well as women <br />Stealing children, burning fields <br />A place with no peace anywhere <br />It's not quite like that here <br />The chickens run and lay and wait <br />For their cockerel to come <br />The loving father who would choose <br />His only people to destroy <br />With the hope he gave <br />And took away <br />With him, to the grave.<br /><br />Gerry Zimman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-wait-bob/
