MY DREAM FOR ZIMBABWE

I wish I could speak Shona fluently Trace the paths of old Zimbabwe From the ancient cliffs of Chinoyi To Nelson Mandela Avenue’s concrete. But wishes, like dreams Are shooting stars across the night Lighting the sky with fleeting grace Yet slipping beyond reach. So I dream still Of the misty beauty at Victoria Falls Of a land where children laugh and learn Well-fed, and free to roam. I dream of Zimbabwe Where no hand needs greasing Where healing is a right And greed is but a forgotten word.