Poem By Dellas Chitekwe

Father, when did you become a hero?
How did you become a hero?
When the war flared up
You boarded the first plane to England
You even compromised the struggle
By selling out your own brothers and sisters
For your safety.

Where were you, father?
When our mothers and sisters were raped
In broad daylight
Did you see, father?
The thousands
Who were left lying in marshes and trenches
Forever dead
For the sake of freedom.

Father, do not fantasize war
Those who saw it felt it.

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