By Mbizo CHIRASHA, World BEYOND War, June 14, 2020


Your past is a mint of blood and tears
Daughters tearing their way to decay
Sons castrated by poverty and superguns,
Dream battered and bruised
Your conscience poliorised by oppressive -dans
Highways clogged by hatred and vendetta
Gutters donating stench and typhoid
Let my poetry feed your withering dreams for guns,
Insulting the tired memories of voters.

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