ZIMBABWE

The blood runs deep
The pain floods in
The love this land had for life
Seems dead
Wrenched from the bones
And torn from the Mothers grasp
Like an infant, stopped,
From any love to gain

This land of pain,
Wrecked hopes and dreams
Whirling dust devils,
Choking dust and scoured blood
Ghost’s of once fruitful lives
Scar empty, endless, windswept miles.
Death strides along paths
Earth is torn,
Thrown casually aside
Where broken bodies now reside

Hatred like a festering sore
Flung like grain
Scatted on the gentle winds
Nurtured with tears of rain
Takes root in souls
Hurt, from deep within

Will Life flow again?
Like gentle mountain streams
Will peace find its face?
Re-sowing grains on a gentler place
Will love ever blossom?
Unburdening those who have lost the taste
To live life in peace, not hate

Only time can heal
Never take it back
Nature will triumph -
We all know that
But as for humans
Only those who love -
Can answer that

Some do seek and
May the Gods give strength
To their lonely feet
To walk the paths that many fear
The courage to speak
For those who have no voice
And to stand tall
For those who have fallen

For in them hope lives
That from this land
Desecrated and despoiled
By mans evil hand
A new and better life shall appear
Death will still stalk as it always has
But tempered by the steel of life
Not the seeds of hatred it seethes off now

With hope renewed
The rebirth starts
And old gods walk again
So returning to peace
This once tortured place
This Country
This People
This Special Land

 © CL vn 11-6-03