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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reaping the Whirlwind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bindura’s saffron hills have not forgotten them; <br>Mtoko’s eucalyptus sway and sigh as if again <br>Those focused minds are with us, those brave men, <br>The farmers of Rhodesia, who laboured in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>You ask where are they now? Swept by malevolence<br>Disguised in magnanimity, and racial aftermath<br>Of war to the ends of the earth, slim hope of recompense, <br>The young to new beginnings; the old a bitter epitaph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Scrap, junk and columbine, alluvium of the poor<br>Is all that remains. Peddled for influence and power<br>Their farms lean slack-jaw in the wind, hungry to restore<br>Creativity; tight-knit and gracious in their finest hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What holocaust could deny ten million people food? <br>What envy drive those men, deep-rooted in our motherland, <br>To leave their country, purveyor once of plenitude, <br>Now of famine, ordered by the will of one man’s hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Will they return? Our misery is rigid in the cast; <br>Hope derelict; liberty drenched in blood. Too late<br>To free the captive minds of leaders held fast<br>By xenophobia and bigotry, the cruel agenda of hate.<br>			<br>								* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Peter+J+White">Peter J White</a><div class=q>
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Mtoko’s eucalyptus sway and sigh as if again 
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The farmers of Rhodesia, who laboured in vain.


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