Zimbabwe's pain

faith fades…
we cannot let
this magnificent land
die at the hands of a tyrant
yet what can we believe
when famine kills
our hope?

morning
brings hunger, red
sunrise is becoming
the color of our heritage
can our brother’s blood be
forgiven by
sunset?

night sounds
orphans crying
for they hear rifle shot
it no longer kills just wild beasts
but innocent humans
we, black men, who
fear life

we fight
to preserve rare
rainwater now worth gold
and a motive for murdering
women and children, where
has dignity
left us?

endless
this sacrilege
called bloody battle, life
will continue with thorns and dust
ruining Africa
with millions of
dead men



Zimbabwe’s pain
[2007.14.12…c]
For Sarah and Ivan
Written in the Eintou form
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