Upon settlement they gave me life

In animal skins and caloused soles

They became my blood

In my body but unrefined

They sought belonging

They beat channels for my veins

My existence became theirs

They nurtured my health

They gave me heart –

They called me Mapungubwe.

Upon discovery a foreign body stoke

In panama hats and white linen suits

They supervised my blood

In building stronger limbs

They tarred my veins

They flushed my lungs of dust

My white blood cell count rose

They directed my movements

They reigned supreme –

They called me Rhodesia.

Upon rejection my blood rebelled

In khaki caps and green uniform

They fought over me

In skeleton combat

They used their bacteria

They peppered my pores

My blood simmered and spilled

They thrashed my ligaments

They emerged in clots –

They called me Zimbabwe.

Upon unity I regained my strength

In rainbow flags and veltskoeners

They patched up my wounds

In my belly they harvested

They made my skin glow

They nourished my organs

My fresh blood beat in harmony

They expanded my mind

They energised me –

The called me the Bread Basket of Africa.

Upon reprisal my body stumbled

In black Mercedes and fat cat suits

They unearthed my scars

In my bones I became brittle

They blamed my white cells

They swore blood purity

My system they purged with poison

They infected my blood

They destroyed themselves –

They don't know what to call me now.