I grew up in Rhodesia but left when Mugabe came into power. I have loved poetry and lyrics all my life. I now live on my brother's game reserve in Northern Natal.
Gnarled hands, shaking, grip the worn stick
Groping the way for blind eyes,
This man knows nothing but his pain
And his sorrow for lost friends!
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Rhodesia December 1973
No glory here and not patriotism,
just the lifeless body of a friend
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Tiny hands grasping tightly to the fence
Lost forlorn brown eyes staring,
A pathetic figure torn by life
And she's only three years old.
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Dejected, outcast and despised
He sits on the sidewalk
Surveying the world that was his
But cannot be again.
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Hungry hearts remember loves lost in battle
While parents despair over bodies
That once were their sons so abundant with life,
And wonder why they should die!
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