Jun 2010
Anger, rage, and hate unbound,
forgotten souls who fill the ground,
As from his throne the dark one feasts,
upon his people turned to beasts.
Land of my heart, land of my soul,
Land of my blood, land of my whole,
This sacred and most ancient soil,
cursed by greed and dark turmoil.
Taken from these blood red sands,
lost to far and distant lands,
ever more my soul shall roam,
until again I find my home.
forgotten souls who fill the ground,
As from his throne the dark one feasts,
upon his people turned to beasts.
Land of my heart, land of my soul,
Land of my blood, land of my whole,
This sacred and most ancient soil,
cursed by greed and dark turmoil.
Taken from these blood red sands,
lost to far and distant lands,
ever more my soul shall roam,
until again I find my home.
Credit to my brother on this one as he wrote the original verse that this poem is based on. We dedicate this to all Zimbabweans in diaspora who are waiting to return home, and to those at home waiting for peace to come.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
