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.

slow fade

Eleven years, Mugabe stewed in jail
emerging, he cast off the White Man's Yoke,
but lived to see his revolution fail.
What started hopeful withered to a joke.
Eight years,  George Washington served, then retired
to work his farm, and watch his project bloom.
Mugabe mistrusts everyone he'd hired,
who'd hang him for his crimes, if they but knew.
T'was Tsangirai contrived the twilight deal,
to spare his country further ill-repute.
No precedent for those inclined to steal,
but this one case, he would not prosecute.
Mugabe's dead, Zimbabwe does not grieve
too busy rooting out his den  of thieves.