I cast my eye across this corrupted land
Where life and death is often bought so cheap
Where evil men carry guns and cruel smiles
Past small orphans, who softly wail and weep.
I cast my eye across this corrupted land
And feel a sad tear land upon my cheek
For this is the land where the devils stay strong
And the saints are all kept silent and weak.
I cast my eye across this corrupted land
And shake my head in complete disgust
As I watch the innocent being beaten
By police who are anything but just.
I cast my eye across this corrupted land
And know deep down that good can never win
Not within this terrible and bankrupt place
For, this is a land of shadow and sin.
John you make this old Rhodesian very proud of you....Zimbabwe a place of sin Have you read my Zimbabwe drums...Robert and his Gooks. 10+++
Very evocative images that could apply to practically any war zone but I'm taking it as being Afghanistan. Excellent choice of words and well constructed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sad message indeed, written in a smooth rthymic cadence