Zimbabwe - The Winter Of '17 Poem by Terry Dawson

By highway's edge the beggar begs
And dreams of perhaps meal.
So thin and lost the beggar's dog
That loiters at his heal.

Hardhearted, cold the cops arrive
In their jackbooted feet -
The wretched pair forsake place:
Today they will not eat.

The populace their eyes cast down
Look only at their feet
For no man's eyes can meet his mate's
Through shame in his defeat.

How long think some until that time
When shame to anger turns
And men rise up in righteous rage
And all Zimbabwe burns.