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I refuse to mourn
Your death
Mr. Dead President! 

I refuse to sit here
And pretend to have forgotten 
How much your own people 
Waited to experience the sweetness
 Of a time like this!

I refuse my conscience
To feel the pinch 
Of telling the salty truth about a dead man
Even when my culture forces me
To sugar-paste my tongue
When talking about villanous dead sots!
No, I refuse! 

I defy the voice in my chest 
That tells me to dig your name 
From the ruins of dejectedness
And elevate it
To the pearly glories of "liberator"
Because I know
Such labels are forever stapled
Onto the names of those
Who touched the souls of fellow men 
With clean gloves
And feather-soft hearts,
Not those that filled their
Souls with everlasting wounds
And soiled their voices with unending dirges! 
No, I will not mourn! 

I will not block my eyes
With vain tears
Or else I will not see
The trail in your wake-
The military dictatorship 
The corruption 
The stolen money
The blood dripping from your hand... 

I will not fill my ears with hollow wails
Or else I will not hear the echoes
Of the cries of your people 
Dying to live
Because your obsession for opulence 
Robbed them of the privilege to live like you
Or those who blinded you with
Fabricated intimacy!

For now, 
I will clean the log from my eye
Throw all caution in the wind
Clear my voice
Slap my thighs 
And join in the celebration on the streets
Of Harare!

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