"Broken" A Poem By Francis Madagwa — Pawners Paper

Tinkling, tinkling, dawn. My soul searches for rest. Mars of wetness envelope my eyes Fleeing rumors tinkle my ears, My heart is struck with snow ice

"Broken" tells a story from the society, sharing and feeding each piece to the minds of the readers. The poem opens with a tone of distress, with the remaining lines giving an in-depth of the gory situation of a nation. Satirically, the poet says "My motherland is fertile like a virgin damsel./ avoided by eligible suitors". 

The poet went further to give an insight on the insecurity issues and the unrest, "Howling sounds pierce every breaking dawn".

The poems ends with the poet beckoning for help. 

BROKEN

Tinkling, tinkling, dawn.

My soul searches for rest.

Mars of wetness envelope my eyes

Fleeing rumors tinkle my ears,

My heart is struck with snow ice, dripping

Sorrow in my being.

Oh! My motherland!!!.

Green pasteurized lawn, dye with blood.

Men die tasty, in the midst of dew.

Starving, our farmland harvest rot away.

The appearance of the grazer and the namanama  handicap the able men.

My motherland is fertile like a virgin damsel.

avoided by eligible suitors

Cause she is struck by strange leprosy,

Our armed men are fearsome like Goliath.

Yet flee like chicken before hyena.

Flowering damsels are widowed before their prime age.

Howling sounds pierce every breaking dawn

Shattering the once quietness of my country.

Should the virtuous men and women keep mute in the face of this looming, grooming darkness...

The ill - wind will blow no good.

Should we leave our fate in the hands of the usurper?.. 

Save our lives, save our children and women.

Oh captain of our motherland.

The vultures are here, waiting for the vulnerable.

Poet: Francis Madagwa