Hope for Zimbabwe's future - Tinotenda's story. 

A poem for my country [Zimbabwe] From the plain dust of the Sahara Rhodesia, once the breakfast table of Africa Now is like a film! Some say it's like a fantasy while others describe it as horror Civil citizens take the blood journey to places like South Africa Abandoning their cold broken land to seek new warmth With time will a new leader arrives who shall build Zimbabwe's lost dignity? With the new era, arising new munity Civilization takes in integration, which builds everything from scratch Can't forget the fully loaded wheelbarrows of those harsh years Endured with eyes glassed up with tears Even the elders of my ancestors haven't seen such horrifying scenes; The fearful death-marked journey of this life Rich civilians ...from such embarrassments, in public their figures are removed! Some stand firmly, dead buried! Success is what they strive Holding on to their country's legacy, which they so dearly loved The mixture of its people, properly taught and well mannered Seeks new opportunities, to build their dishonoured nation Constant hope in mind is the freedom from this present shame With dignity lost, will my country ever complete this dreadful mission? Which in the future, our great-grandchildren shouldn't see the rage of pain From ancient times that we wholeheartedly strive to mend And the judged nation we so willingly refuse to witness being the same Pride placed aside with humour above, there's more we shall need to attend, To wipe our country's tears arguing with affection by its own My wish is consent and fairness according to the voice of my heart My country lies awake with deep sighs and the continuance growth of sorrows Grievances to portentous state, trying to bring everything apart Could we ever gladly flee from this shame that we now willingly know? A nation encounters all rough sides on the journey to prosperity Bought and raised in debt with the passing of time I cannot seem to forget!