Our Father Is Sick And Old Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

We come from that land you heard and know of
Where milk used flow in the rivers
And creeks filled with honey
But our brothers and chiefs are greedy
They have guarded all wells with their laws and dogs
So we are here in search of supplies

Our chiefs have allied with the stranger
Norms have changed and treasures are disappearing
Corruption has found a home but who can see it
We have lost order, our home is ruined
Because our king is sick and well stricken in age