A cruel misdeed, vile and putrid,
has been in Zimbabwe committed...
Life was not worth living until Jesus comes my...
Life showed me things i never wanted to see...
Bloody blood lines already drawn,
Say our grace before combat...
They have no wings on their back
Made of pink satin or white linen...
Albion's white cliffs fade as do the memories of...
Us few Us brave silent poppy covered graves...
POISONED WORDS
THOSE SPOKEN TO WOUND A SOUL...
One day back home, my father took me and my older...
We played in that field until nightfall and then...
"Move!", "Move!", "Faster!", "Faster!"
We marched; brain-dead. Our bodies inactive...
Caged
They sow disagreement within us...
One by one makes a bundle,
Like Kyebando...
How many....
ships must sail to war...
Eyes up to the Man, the Flag and God
Clutching the national plant...