Poems from Brandon Golden Chamunorwa.
They sell us echoes
and call it news,
broadcasting Shadows
while the truth sits bruised
in the backroom of forgotten.
Every screen,
a...
I know of a man
appealing like a million dollars
but his net-worth cannot
amount to a single cent.
Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her childrens arthirstness...
He made butter fly
And turned dragons to flies!
In his fight-night presence
and
In his affectionless absence.