Dragons can be killed

Unfortunately The Zimbabwean is no fantasy. If nothing else, it is interesting to see how much this letter section shows of both fantasy, fury and faith.

As all may be needed in the present situation, not the least as hope of intervention from the political or humanitarian world outside is nothing to put money on.

Dragons can be killed

EDITOR - Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed – said G. K. Chesterton.

Robert Mugabe is in every sense a dragon. Laying waste the land, devouring human lives, demanding the most vulnerable be sacrificed for his appeasement, hoarding treasure he can’t possibly use just so others can’t have it, armoured, intractable, smoking with resentment and rage, and stinking of hubris. Having deified their own power, such contempt have his ruling proxy elitist thugs for the collective wisdom of citizens, they will not be removed by runoffs, regardless of the outcomes. They have no interest in the betterment of Zimbabwe. Rather the prosperity of her people is everything they fear. They cling to power for no other reason than that they may continue to eat the flesh of damsels and babes. Make no mistake—these dragons will continue to savagely brutalize Zimbabweans no less if they win than if they lose.

Let Zimbabweans abandon hoping in the humanitarian intervention of Britain, the USA, or African neighbour nations for deliverance from these dragons.

The dragon Robert and his maggot-spawn can only be removed by a unified appeal to the hosts of heaven: chariots of fire, legions of angels, and the pulling down of strongholds.

Starting this present moment, let every powerless Zimbabwean begin to speak, mutter, and whisper the holy name of Jesus with every breath he or she draws. Just the name of Jesus is itself a complete prayer. The name of Jesus casts down the mighty from their thrones, and exalts the lowly. The name of Jesus routs pride and bondage straight back into the hell from whence it sprang. So let every lowly and powerless soul between the Zambezi and the Limpopo breathe the name Jesus into the air until victory is ours in the heavenly realms.
ED RILLING, by email

Strong, but perhaps not too strong.