An Ode to Zimbabwe

The great nation of Zimbabwe

With majestic skyscrapers of mud and hay

The pinnacle of African delights

With sun-bleached days and mosquito-ridden nights

Acacia trees and honey bees

Bring me down onto dusty knees

Their trunks so curvy, not even close to being straight

And the time it takes to get over stings, oh what a wait

When asked what to export what do you answer?
Whole-stripped Tobacco (nevermind the cancer)

Nickel and copper, diamonds galore,

But somehow you still find a way to be poor.

Lions and giraffes and zebras, oh my!
You poach to extinction and never ask why.

With dependable bargains on white-rhino horns

Helping cure cancer (that you caused before)

The shape of the country is like a duck’s head,

But if any were there, they’d all end up dead.

For all of your water runs brown like cocoa

Este poema me está volviendo loco

AID's are favorite, malaria too

With a unfortunately small chance of ebola from you.

The colors of each are shown on your flag,

Urine, crap, vomit, and blood on a rag.

Zimbabwe, Zimbabwe

I could talk about you all day.

But right now I’m living with one of your tribes

We have no computers and hunt to survive.

Pictured: Literal Trash

Sincerely

The Narrator