Where a school was is now a gorge
Where a family was is now a small hill
Rivers are nowhere they are covered with uprooted trees.
Our farms doesn't seem to have existed.
We had money hidden under pillows
Now it's under enormous rocks
What a man had sacrificed for years is gone over a night.
Those who had paid us some visits are no more and still counting.
All we see are rocks and floods.
Voices of the olds and young ones sinking are all over.
Wounds that will never heal have just emerged.
He who was supposed to mourn the dead has died too
Nobody will mourn because we all are dead.
A big piece of Zimbabwe is dead.
Another piece is missing.
Another one has been destroyed.
A piece of the tomorrow is now underground.
We won't get well soon
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Mixed Thoughts and Feelings
PoetryThoughts, love, heartbreaks and happiness..in fact everything of love, sweet, sour and bite feelings of love...all written in poetic way
