Poetry Bulawayo

The orthodox ones From northern sand Are killing off the animists In southern town The Taliban Are slitting throats of Christians on TV The Sufis in the hills are shooting down Shabab below The Sunnis in the dunes are killing all the Hindus on the train The Shiites are killing Jews The Jews are killing Turks The Turks are killing Kurds The Kurds are killing Persians The Persians want the bomb The blues are killing greens The Greeks are killing druses The Sikhs die bleeding in the oaks And whites on shooting sprees Are killing everyone: Blood is thicker than water— Cheaper too.

If this chapter never ends The next will never begin If you stay here forever There's no room to cherish the memories made There surely would be no tomorrow If today lingered on and on While I see you with my eyes I can't dream beyond today If ,then, I cannot dream Life will forever be the same My heart knows not how to grow fonder in your presence. In that I find solace When it hurts to say goodbye