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The Zimbabwean Laborer

13 years ago | 5280 Views
The Zimbabwean Laborer

 

She labors during the day

And he labors during the night

Madam they call her

Mahobo they address him

A teacher and a security guard

A couple surrounded by infatuation

Nurturing their offspring with love

And all part of a certain kind

The Zimbabwean labor

He works and receives not his wages

If he does, they are close to non

What a mockery in a country full of diamonds

What a shame in a land filled with scarlet

Such are the pains and heartbreaks

Sorrows of living under a corrupt government

Others flee but they always cry

It’s not so well in other lands

Three months and no wages

These are the tales of those who cry

Tormented in their own land

And persecuted in a foreigner’s crawl

Such are the tales of the Zimbabwean laborer

 

I see a man; he has worked all his life

The sun would rise with tears in his eyes

It would set with sweat in his arms

He was always on his grind

Trying his best to provide

Nature his and his brother’s offspring

His daughters and his sons` offspring

One day he died, the angel took his life

His ghost comes in the morning

At dawn it awakens his wife

“Go ask for my wages” it says

“They call it pension so you should know

It should be plenty as snow”

His wife rises and sets sail

“Knock knock, its Solomon`s wife

His wages are my desire”

They open the door and greet her

In pain, they show her the wages

Lo, they have melted like snow

They have been consumed by inflation

And so his labor was in vain,

Robert Mugabe, many souls wait for thee

I hope you have your bodyguards when you die


Poem from the book, “Cries from a troubled Africa nation”

 

By

The Promises Of My People

www.thepromisesofmypeople.com

 

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Anonymous user 12 years
So touching words,piercing deep in the heart of a troubled crying human-being as if unhuman.So painfull,uncared.traumatised.God intervene.
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