In the dead of night <br />You can hear the cry <br />Of a sad lonely child <br />As he lay in the sand of shame <br />His mother will no longer hear <br />The hungry cry of that hungry child <br />The soul of Zimbabwe is dead <br />Along with mothers and child <br />And the angels of the dead souls <br />Cry out for a free Zimbabwe <br /> <br />Written Sunday June 2005<br /><br />Allan James Saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zimbabwean-child/
