In the ancient city away
On trodden, fallen walls of Zimbabwe
Uniformed with rods in hands
The merciless men attack
And broke the nimble bones of the limbs and back
The resounding voices
Echoing across the dark walls
Little bones they broke
Colour differences
The charged offense
So it is, even today
On the ancient chains
Struggle away in silence
A recent fellow of 'Floyrd George'
Gone years of little young 'George' 1944
Flip through in retrospect
An old bunch of faded pics
Coming to live, I see what
all happened, way back in 1986
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem