Broken

Dzumbu

Dec 10, 2021

I can see the pieces

The centre is no longer holding

The whirlwind of hope is a cesspool of despair

Its no longer a fire lit rumour dazing our valley

Its plain for naked eyes to see

You are broken

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Broken

Written by Dzumbu

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Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever care. Proudly African. Poetry, Politics & Tech…old works on https://dambudzo.blogspot.com

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