The sun so hot,
green grass now brown
under a tree
a sculptor
working
his eyes shining with -
all
all
is not lost,
Zimbabwe!
The Zimbabwe situation seems almost beyond the imagination of Orwell... if I hadn't seen this with my own eyes two days ago, I wouldn't have dared to write it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the shape in-which he sculpts may-be the greatest the land has seen as yet Brilliant expression, I had a wonderful image there Michael Love duncan X