Depression controlled our life, far too many tears streamed on our cheeks
We were robbed all our self esteem, self esteem is all but gone
Our ego there’s barely a trace
Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel
All Zanu could afford is laugh & dine among the dying souls unconcerned
Blood was all over our souls
I tried to ease the pain, effort with no gain.
We wanted the pain to end, but we questioned ourselves if it ever will
I prayed that all wasn’t real, but it was the reality
Life seemed like a prison, not a prison but life in hell
Another feeling wanted death sooner than planned,
All in vain to end the suffering, we didn’t know how much longer it will last,
No hope was in sight, With all my peers we were in a state of confusion
A confirmation that pain will never be undone any time soon.
Signed & approved by Zanu that hell life was fit for us.
What Zanu did to us and my generation cannot be communicated
It cannot be explained on a scrap piece of paper