JEREMIAD: "DREADFUL ACTIONS, IN THE NAME OF TOWN CLEANSING" BY RADICAL

Cruel they're as they (police)

execute their alleged inhumane duty,

Innocent civilians feel the spiky blow,

Tear gas here

Tear gas there

After such an heinous act

they can't deny the fact

that they will bargain,

buying those second hand clothes

at Mupedzanhamo,

Eyes itch 

as she was welding thoughts,battling with tear gases,

spears of the smoke,

pierce the intact gallons filled with tears,

perforating tanks loaded with mucus

She felt the blows,

inflicted 

by the so called police,

Pity for her I felt.

BLESSING CHIGUNDA

(Radical)

Motive of the poem:

As I was strolling with my family toward Rufaro, honor derelict stadium, plaguing with cracks, walls on a tag of war, I see vendors sprinting from their stalls, leaving their stuff seated there,as they were running for their lives. A lorry loaded with armed police stuff, slinging tear gases, all over the place. I hurry with my family. However, the speed of the smoke overtakes us, left shrouded with a thick blanked of fog(tear gas).

To my wife and two kids, this is their first cruel experience in the ghetto, I cover the eyes of my second born with her jacket, and as I am communing with my wife if she had felt the effects of tear gas, to her adamant nose and ears she felt it not the way I did; but in a jiffy after that, her eyes are  filled with tears, nose drizzling with mucus. She projectiles spit, vomiting as if she is pregnant, as well as my first born. Ha ha ha, it seems funny as I relay the situation but it is cruel.

After 3 minutes of smoke torture we were relieved.