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On the shooting down of a civilian aircraft at Kariba, Rhodesia, by Zipra terrorists under the command of Joshua Nkomo during the bush war ... of "independence".
She Died At Dusk She died at dusk, in spring, before the rains Had stirred the drowsing veld’s slow-beating heart; And from the sky she fell, in smoke and flames, In torn and twisted metal, ripped apart Beneath the ZIPRA missile’s hammer blow. And did she know it was the knell of doom, And think at last the sunset’s bloody glow A fitting end that blessed her honeymoon? The Viscount’s crash reverberated round The world, with Nkomo’s snorting snigger, And met consenting silence, not a sound, All gain for ‘heroes’ who pulled that trigger. But some do not forget the girl who missed Her summer’s bloom with those whom God had kissed.
Peter Hill - Guernsey, 2002.
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