(27/03/1990 / Flinders Medical center, South Australia, Australia)


Why must people kill, why must we poor die.
Why are they such scum, to the press they lie.
Why is my sister dead, why are these raids.
Why does another cousin, fall each day to AIDS.
Why is there no food, why did my mother starve.
What do they expect to gain, from the chaos that they carve.

by Aidan Ross

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Just if anyone is wondering, I wrote this poem as my entry to a competition to write a poem describing the genocide in Zimbabwe, I did not win the competition but I think this is worth posting here for the people to see