Mugabe's Mausoleum

As millions starve, Mugabe builds a £2m shrine
(from the Daily Telegraph)

“Work has already begun on a museum, dedicated to the life and dubious achievements of the 83-year-old president, in his home district of Zvimba, 65 miles west of the capital, Harare.
Once complete, the museum will house Mugabe's prison letters, photographs from the war in the Sixties and Seventies against the minority white government of Ian Smith, his old clothes and copies of his famously fiery, and often intemperate, speeches.
The museum will also display some of the many gifts the president has received during his 27 years in office from those who have enjoyed his patronage - most of them members of his ruling Zanu PF party.
Pride of place is expected to be taken by a 16 ft-long stuffed Nile crocodile - a recent birthday gift from Mugabe's loyal ministers and officials.”


Mugabe’s Mausoleum

Mugabe, Blair both long in power
Approach at last their final hour
Both of them have stayed too long
They both ignored the final gong
That rang out loud across the land
Of both their countries, hand in hand
At last they near the final fence
They both desire prolonged pretence
That we will all recall they ruled
So well, but we will not be fooled
But now the difference ‘tween these two
Is coming clear to me and you
Blair will now be harshly judged
With legacy now somewhat smudged
But Muggers knows just how to twist
The Truth and thus confound the list
Of crimes he did against the nation
So now he lays the first foundation
Of a shrine that will him praise
With tokens, gifts put in displays
But pride of place a crocodile
Migrator from the far off Nile
Will this dictator represent
With all his lies and false intent
What better choice to memorise
This fiend who came to terrorise
The people that he said he’d lead
But turned their corpses into feed
For his greedy appetite
That swallows all both black and white


I’m pleased that he has turned out thus
To prove to all, that those of us
Who cast our doubts that he could rule
Have been proved right, although it’s cruel
The world needs some satanic curses
To show results when Good reverses
So in Mugabe’s burial crypt
Will lie the lowest Man has dipped

Chris Higginson
2nd Provocative Verse

Are We Blind?

Are We Blind?

Nature punished man one day,
She took a species right away
Never more we’d see it play
And did we care? No chance! No way!

So then another was deleted
To make the punishment repeated
We said “It isn’t we who cheated!”
Why’s it that we’re so conceited?

So then a swathe of types were lost
To see if we would count the cost
As we away our future tossed
As more from off the list we crossed

And did we care? No not a chance!
To make a stand or take a stance?
Not we, without a backward glance
Just trundled on as if in trance

As long as it’s not humankind
That with extinction is entwined
We’ll carry on, not peek behind
Because we know we have been blind

So let’s own more and squander wealth
Of lives not ours. It’s not our health
That’s in demise, although by stealth
It will be us
It will be us
It will be us

Chris Higginson
2nd Provocative Verse