Dust Of Black Poem by Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

Dust of black

It blaze through my soul
The corruption soils
The marginalization and reek
The roaring political misconduct
The social misconception

It blaze and gongs to the soul
The music of the gorillas
The music of freedom
The music of death

The economic hikes of inflation
Interest rates destroying pension bonds
Interested politicians dissolving companies
Who will accompany me to the bank to withdraw my pennies?

They left it clean
and by our hands we destroyed it clean
Dust of black