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A rose has been plucked from our garden by Wadzie Tads

[tabby title="Poem"] A rose has been plucked from our garden Its beautiful fragrance taken from us The colour it gave and beauty to our landscape is no more There is no more beauty in our midst All we have left...

If Zimbabwe were a hotel by Wadzie Tads

[tabby title="Poem"] If Zimbabwe were a hotel Perhaps I would hear the conversations that pertain to my future As it is, decisions are made on my behalf and all I feel is the ripple effect Perhaps I would interact with...

You are not your own by S.C Netha

[tabby title="Poem"] Superhero without the cape Giver of yourself, to people Angel on this wretched earth you are unappreciated. We forget, my apologies, we ignore that you gave. Still, give. Of yourself every day. Your pain is the reason we...

Sailing On Fertile Lands by Nyashadzashe Chikumbu

[tabby title="Poem"] Mutiny they all cried! "Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" Buttered, ravenous, thirsty for hope. We were marooned bareback- On lush green islands. Had we become prisoners Sailing on fertile lands? [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Nyashadzashe Chikumbu a young Zimbabwean Poet,...

The Bells Of Heaven by Nyashadzashe Chikumbu

[tabby title="Poem"] The bells of heaven cling_on Out on rubbish heaps; The tire of life spins. Chuck ! chuck , chuck ... Brittle little industrial hands Buttered like little-strained coal trains; From Binga to Bulawayo. finger through; Rotten tomatoes, broken...