tropical parasite

Mugabe's widow wakes to mounting dread
there's none to take her shopping, anymore.
A million in Harare want her dead;
perhaps it's wise to relocate offshore.
There's always Paris where she'll make the scene
beyond the reach of Mnangagwa's cops.
And they'll pretend her filthy lucre's clean
if she'll but patronize the proper shops.
The dowager withdraws to count her loot
above the fray of speeches, ballots, knives...
content that no one's gonna prosecute,
while commoners make shift to just survive.
As onerous as British overlords
kleptocracy proved too much to afford.