Zimbabwe Funerals...

He lived his days of poverty
Inside a cardboard shelter
Inadequate of cover he
Did either freeze or swelter
Remembered he when he was ten
He had a scrap yard shack
It wasn't much, enough, but then
He suffered an attack
Policemen came and routed him
Destroyed his meager home
His chance at life now very slim
Just rubbish dumps to comb
Death did fight with him and win
As he knew that it would
No one can pay to place him in
A coffin made of wood

-Chris Higginson