TD (1955 / Harare, Zimbabwe.)

Zimbabwe 2013

If you stop and listen closely
On a still and windless night
You'll hear the modern sounds
Of empty stomachs growling long,
Of Hopes without a road to go,
And Desperation's silent scream.
These are the sounds, alas to say,
Of Zimbabwe twenty thirteen.

by Terry Dawson

Comments (2)

brilliant poem. captures the Zimbabwean situation in a few lines
This quietly written piece deafens the reader when reading between the lines. Such a disgrace at times is the so called human race.