games of war

The freshly dead grace our media,

bright like fallen flowers of a spent spring.

We landed; ships laden

with peace, water, medicine

and branded democracy.

We came to set you free.

Instead we play games of war

which no one wins.

While death disregarding of colour, religion, sex,

continues to eat up our children.

© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2003


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