Zimbabwean Drums Poem by Alf Hutchison

Zimbabwean Drums
The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day.
They are calling you to judgment, it’s now your time to pay,
For the wrongs you've done Zimbabwe, the trust which you betrayed.
So hear those drums a pounding, hear well, and be afraid!

The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day.
For The cries of those you murdered, simply will not pass away,
In a land we called Rhodesia, Twas truly ‘God’s own land’,
You trashed it with your gluttony and evil thieving hand.

The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day,
You starved your kinfolk of their food; the meek, your favored prey,
With all your years of tyranny and lavish trips abroad.
Their proud heritage you squandered, through patronage and fraud.

The drums are calling you old man; and grow louder by the day
For your fellow brothers in Africa, are now ashamed to say.
That Cholera, poverty and starvation, are the heritage you’ve left.
But help won’t come from cowardly Africa; it will come now from the West.

The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day;
Twas not the world that brought you down, but Christians who could pray.
God heard the prayers of His saints to stop you in your pride,
The gates of hell, I believe, are broad and high and wide

The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day,
The drums have sound their verdict; listen well to what they say,
For they foretell of your demise, and they have much to tell.
So hear the drums, old man, and listen to them well.


The drums are calling you old man, and grow louder by the day
Your ‘war vets’ will abandon you, to flee another way
Now listen to those drums old man their message is not vague
They are pounding out across the world “We’ll see you in the Hague! ! ”
By Alf Hutchison inspired by an unnamed e mail