Zimbabwe Poem by Arik Fletcher

Anger, rage, and hate unbound,
forgotten souls who fill the ground,
As from his throne the dark one feasts,
upon his people turned to beasts.

Land of my heart, land of my soul,
Land of my blood, land of my whole,
This sacred and most ancient soil,
cursed by greed and dark turmoil.

Taken from these blood red sands,
lost to far and distant lands,
ever more my soul shall roam,
until again I find my home.