I have left my laughter in stations forgotten

Lost and gone to echo down tracks forlorn

No one to bring home as the peels scattered 


Forgotten broadcasts in fields barely known

Abandoned to find reception fading alone

Uncertain welcome like refugees scattered


Knowing only transient rooting, wandering,

Recalling hopes of migratory ancestors meandering

Soundings in passages and places scattered


Rendering to the memory the unforgotten

To show the world I was begotten

As I pass through life and at death be scattered.


Farai Madzimbamuto

August 2009


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