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Dec 2018
My eyes see nothing but tears
Tears of a million suffering souls
Souls that are swimming in the pool of poverty
Poverty created by a few egocentric individuals

My ears hear nothing but the tone of grievances
Grievances blossoming from excessive suffering
Suffering because of the alarming levels of idleness
Idleness because the lot is controlled by a few

My nose smells nothing but pungent poverty
A poverty that has become a national disaster
A disaster which has become a national emblem
An emblem that the world identifies us with

My mouth has become a floodgate of lamentations
Lamentations that blossoms from excessive pain
Pain which has become an inseparable part of everyone
Everyone has lost hope of seeing a brighter day
The poem delineates the day to day struggles of a country that is facing socio-economic challenges. These challenges are created by the alarming levels of corruption and heartless political struggles. It is based largely on creativity and was written without any country in mind.
Tinashe Anderson Maburu
Written by
Tinashe Anderson Maburu  22/M/Harare, Zimbabwe.
(22/M/Harare, Zimbabwe.)   
     Milton Mpilanjala
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