Zimbabwe

There are no heroes here,
They have all moved on.
The weeping air is empty,
Bereft and barren,
Robbed of yester-song
That swelled the hearts of men.

In smothering smoke,
In scorching fire,
Who is safe?

All we have are promises,
Empty as my soul.
Where once I searched for courage
I crave to bury my corpse.
For when tomorrow comes,
We are the ones who’ll be trodden upon.

In smothering smoke,
In scorching fire,
Remember where you are - here.