Edward Dzonze

Rookie - 119 Points (4 june 1989 / Rusape)

On The Day Of The African Child - Poem by Edward Dzonze

They knows no shelter
but alleys in the dusty streets of Harare
Peripapetic, they wander from bin to bin
in search of whatever managed to escape the hand in good shape
If only they had a choice they would choose a home

All day long they hide
in the condemnable might of drugs and liquor
Trying to evade the unfathomable complexity of the Hararean mazes
Which seems not to have a breakthrough at all
Fallen victim to dying humanity at a tender age,
they knows no comfort
Education still remains a mystery
Who talks of good food in this neighbourhood?
If only they had a choice,
they would choose to be loved

When spartan becomes a shadow,
to be loved, to be cared for
If only they had a choice,
they would choose a home
but do they have a definition of humanity?
When instead we call them names
In our faces they cry,
In our ears they sing,
who listens to them but panctuate them with shame
Life goes on in the streets but what's the going?
If only they had a choice,
they would choose to be you
So that they could makje a difference
Maybe i better close my eyes and pretend i never saw this.

Comments about On The Day Of The African Child by Edward Dzonze

  • Rookie - 0 Points Abdul Qadir (4/26/2012 8:29:00 AM)

    this is a deep poem, so simple but yet so beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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