Monday, 31 August 2015

Bring Back Our Girls by Batsirai Chigama

Bring Back Our Girls

Us the gentle souls
whose wombs bear scars
not erased by time
Us whose hearts militants brutalize,
death they sow recklessly
our future they take liberties to destroy
time stands still
deeper each day that passes
the void erupts
to this gnawing, mad-like disbelief
like vultures in wait
silent clouds hover on the sad empty chair
as we watch the dinner grow cold
again, tonight.

Batsirai Chigama

Batsirai Chigama is an erudite Zimbabwean poetess. Her poems have been commanding audience all over African continent.

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