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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The midsummer sun hangs flaming<br>over the capitol city <br>which is painted white, <br>(the same colour as the graves) <br>in a country <br>stripped from the white man’s might, <br>stripped from providing <br>and exporting food, minerals<br>and products<br>where the value of the currency<br>changes faster than the billion dollar number<br>printed on the worthless bills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just here and there a car moves<br>as the country is without fuel<br>and even the traffic lights<br>are not working<br>(and neither are most people) <br>as the electricity is down.<br>.<br>The rural farms stand stripped bare<br>with primitive peasants<br>living there in utter poverty<br>and the fertile soil is vacant<br>as everything has being taken<br>by the people<br>(by force from farmers) <br>and now nobody has anything<br>and nothing has being planted<br>on a commercial scale<br>and famine is getting<br>to chaotic lengths<br>and the people <br>have returned to the land<br>to find a resting place there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Children play under flowering jacaranda trees<br>in a light hot breeze<br>with stomachs swollen from hunger<br>and slime running from noses<br>and flies wandering over their faces<br>and some men urinate<br>against the nearest tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The street is filled with fear, <br>poverty, hunger, pestilence and death<br>and soldiers stand around idle <br>smoking cigarettes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">longing back to the days<br>when they went as the fifth brigade<br>to the south west regions<br>and killed Ndebele people<br>plundering their villages, <br>raping their woman<br>and slaughtering the children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still there’s no sound <br>of real opposition, as apposing politicians<br>are arrested and beaten <br>time after time<br>by the police<br>and an out voted president, <br>a man proclaiming to be a Jesuit, <br>remains in the ruling chair<br>and the secret police is everywhere<br>and he holds out a begging hand<br>to neighbouring countries<br>for fuel, electricity, food and medicine<br>and whatever he wants</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it’s quite easy to head south <br>even if you have to crawl, <br>walk, take a bicycle, <br>a car, a bus or a train<br>to a neighbouring country<br>where the colour of your skin<br>counts much more<br>than a place of birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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