Oi Mugabe!
I have something to say...

Upon torn paths of thoughts to tread,
of memories past ~ once long dead...

Fake contents shake
to croon and crown in...

Uttered words urge deserved happiness,
as fears pepper such perfect thoughts...

Melodies meander mysteries
of mind, to find lost tunes...

I'm lost in a void of angst that's so deep,
emotions etched and scraping to hinder...

Ebony echoes
etched in dusted...

Insecurities breathe unfamiliar
rasps, to claw and cram...

Blackcurrant braces
vomited apples...

Cribs clink in echoed response
of life amidst silence's...

Fascination in femininity's frame
with womanlike wonder in tender veins...

Death clenched in creases of carnage
'mid air bubbles of syringed disdain...