My life stinks because I’m a broke guy: my father is a post sixaginarian peasant farmer in the native rural of Zimbabwe. I have no money to buy steak, I feed on grass throughout the year like a grasshopper…
Poetry On Politics & Society
My life stinks because I’m a broke guy: my father is a post sixaginarian peasant farmer in the native rural of Zimbabwe. I have no money to buy steak, I feed on grass throughout the year like a grasshopper…