Written by: Simbarashe Fungurani

Body, bones 
Clad in thin black skin,
Pearls for eyes:
Blind balls &
A broken string,
Mind, maddened by hunger 
Burst eyes into tears. 
Mother is the myth, 
Of a harmless, toothless smile. 
Starved tummy imagining breakfast. 
To all ill-fated & female:   
Life is lunacy & pain,
A sign one is sane; 
Affection is ecstasy & pain,
Its individual expression;
Freedom is another abortion,
And Peace, another revolution.