Aline Mandrilly
Sciences Po Bordeaux
Master 1 Science Politique
Spécialité Sociologie du politique et de l'action
publique
Parcours politique et développement en Afrique et dans les
Pays du Sud
Towards a more constructive analysis of forced migration :
The case of Zimbabwean migrants in Zambia
Sous la direction de M. D. Darbon
Avril 2008
I dedicate this essay to Pardon Nyasha, the first Zimbabwean
I met.
He offered me a room when I was in need of a refuge, and a
nice hair-cut.
This essay would have been meaningless if not for
him.
The Revolution Will Eat Its Children (Anthem for Uncle
Bob)
He's a leader, talks of freedom
He knows the power of the
Big Idea
He's a dealer, he's a seeker
Of the power that comes from
fear
He gave his life to the party machine
Holding on a secret
dream
He knows better than anyone
'Power comes from the barrel of a
gun
And he's rising up against them now
And he's rising up in country and
town
Rising up against them now, rising up
Chorus :
The revolution has eaten its children
I
see the river of dreams run dry
I'm so thankful I got to love you
You are
the reason I survive
The promise of a better life for all
The promise of freedom
from hunger and war
So many rose up to answer the call
And so many are no
longer here at all
The hopes of yesterday drowning in shifting
sands
'cause something strange is going on across the land
Preaching
water but drinking wine
Power gets us every time
The more things
change
The more they stay the same
And they're rising up against him
now
And they're rising up from country to town
And they're rising up,
rising up
Free them from this hunger,
Free!
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