Black hearted blackguard,

the Smith

wrought only misery

when he stole a nation.

Not in our lifetime will

the damage be repaired.

Not in a thousand years,

will the crime be forgotten.

What he took without sanction

from the onlooking world

was a colonial mansion

built with the blood soaked sweat

of a million subjugated toilers.

What he created was the venom

of the abused mass

that thrashes in its agony and

begets a monster.

 

No rhodes built.

A unilateral failure.

The mighty mansion,

in its terrible splendour,

is splintered and crumbled

by the avaricious and insane.

The Smith smokes his last cigar,

smug in his pale certainty.

Hail Great Zimbabwe,

heart of a continent.

You shall rise in glory

from the smouldering hell

of Bob and Ian's dreams.

Ian Smith. Briefly illegal prime minister of independent Rhodesia. Died 20 November 2007.