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.
This quietly written piece deafens the reader when reading between the lines. Such a disgrace at times is the so called human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brilliant poem. captures the Zimbabwean situation in a few lines