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!!!