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Son of Stones


A Rock that split
  This wretch begot...
So, douse me with grit
  My mirth is got.

Builders bygone
   My praise arouse
Who built with stone
  This Fort of a house.

I wear dread locks*
  To their martyrdom (e)
Who built from rocks
  My Zimbabwe Home.

Great is the hand
  That moved stones
With a magic wand
 Plummeting drones!

When a curse you spit
  I’m an enraged King
When stones you split
  To Life I spring!

Great House o’ Stone 
  Is partly Me
Stone on top o’ Stone
  Built what set me free!


***A dedication to the Great Zimbabwe Ruins, a monument whose structure is a marvel 
of human ingenuity.
***I don’t wear dread locks actually. This is recognition to those who do so as epitomes 
of freedom fighting, the likes of Bob Marley.


JM

29th Oct’ 2013

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