A Poem by HRH Princess Eugene Majuru, Princess of Harare
In Harare’s heart, where the Mbari held sway,
Before the white man came to steal, destroy and to betray,
Their lands they farmed, their spirits strong and free,
But then the British came, a cruel decree.
In Mazoe’s valleys, where the rivers run so deep,
Their ancestral homes, the settlers sought to keep,
In Mount Hampden’s hills, and Concession’s ground,
The Mbari’s rights, no justice could be found.
With guns and lawlessness, their heritage was seized,
Their way of life, unjustly dispossessed,
The fertile earth, once theirs to till and sow,
Became the fields where foreign masters grow.
The whispers rise, of battles fought in vain,
Against the might of an imperial reign,
The Mbari’s tears, like rivers flowing wide,
For stolen lands, and dignity denied.
Though time has passed, and empires fade away,
The scars of injustice still remain today,
May memory serve, a constant, burning brand,
Of Mbari’s plight, in this Zimbabwean land.
Destruction in Harare was painful and loss of land continues to be painful
The Mbari clan remain disolaced
What a disgrace
Colonialism injustices should be addressed
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