Harare
Harare
This is the City that never sleeps-
Life in every lane stirs or creeps
Full of laughter and hardly weeps.
Roads are lined with trees in bloom
that torch to flight all the gloom
as a lamp on vigil for the Groom!
Harare, a melting pot of culture
resplendent inside every structure
looming high like a soring vulture.
Harare, City that sleeps no wink;
Those in industry, streets or at drink
all, they never curtail to think-
Great Poets, Musicians of repute;
a marketplace of minds that dispute
to perfect wit to ditty of the lute!
A hub of commerce, melee of garb,
of political dissent not rhubarb
but stone whetting minds to a barb.
Meeting place of every Religion
ecclesiastic Head for every region
Holy baptising possessed Legion!!
All happens in Harare; the Great City
of intellectuals in every industry;
media, Arts, all in perfect harmony.
Like veins en route to the Heart
All Africa's roads lead to this part
for leisure or shopping in the mart.
Here, you can win lotto and lose it
or lose your lotto and then win it
by fair, by foul, by cunning, by wit!
Harare, Harare, Harare, I love you
I love you Harare I love you
Harare I love you AND I love you!!!
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