I woke once to a scream of terror.
The people crowned him with a tyre and set it alight.
I heard too how they cursed him
Shouting: 'Go back home, you foreigner.'
I saw his eyes, I wish I hadnt but I did.
And what I saw in them will haunt me forever.
His eyes did not give away pain or anger
But they shone of innocence.
Venture on child of Zimbabwe to your distant home.
Here in this place flesh is not flesh.
a good write his eyes did not give way to anger but they shone of innocence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A socially relevant poem where such news items are coming. nice.