'How Can A Bird That's Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing'
By joshua munyaradzi mimanasirjosh. Friday, June 1, 2012 5:21:49 AM
Tears dripping down my chin as drops of rain from the grey clouds
My face wrinkled with the pain of the violent conflicts between the children of Zimbabwe
My body bruised by the whipping of our politics and democracy
And my soul sorrowed by our loss of sense and hope of tomorrow,
The memory of our heroes meant nothing but mere miasma to this generation trapped in poverty
With a blasphemous finger to our revolutionary fathers...
'How can a bird that's born of joy sit in a cage and sing...'
We shall cry!!