Bread Basket
Tattered roads and cracked teeth,
Shallow pride and hidden graves,
Shameless romance, drunk bees,
Trees bending, the axes raping,
Fields virgin, crops wilder,
Beauty stolen,
Residing in the pouch of the lame mistress.
Shattered screams, mute stares,
The sounds of rain rising, teardrops, dry as dirt,
Following the turns of straight lines
And shadows glowing in dark times,
Rain forests begging from deserts.
Lions and kittens, dogs and lambs,
Tattered roads and cracked feet,
Dreams tomorrow, today, mountains to climb.
Copyright © Kudzai Manyara | Year Posted 2023
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