Tears burn his eyes,
His stomach is tight,
Like a clenched fist,
He looks to his mother,
Hunger and hopelessness,
Eating away at this young man,
Feeding his fear,
Of obscurity.
He asks,
"Sizakudlani mama?"Sadness and helplessness,
Fill her heart,
A rivulet of tears,
Burn her eyes,
As she looks at her son,
Hunger etched on his face,
A painful sight,
For any parent.
With an empty stomach,
And an equally empty response,
She says,
"Angazi mntanami..."
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Confounded
PoetryFrom utopia to uncertainty, 21 November 2017 to the aftermath of elections in 2018. This is the story Zimbabwe's turmoil...