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I Am a Lot But Nothing

I am the potato every  pig covets,
The circus every Woolf dream to perform in, and
The toddler  every phidophile crave to live with
But non will ever have

I am the uncut gem that will ever be rough
The golden egg that will never hatch
The promissory rain that never falls
I am the Oasious mirage in the Sahara sands
The hope that will never happen

I am the prodigal son who never returns
The Fallen Angel bound in purgatory
The pain the world will learn to dance with
The puncture that will never be mended
The unbleached indelible black patch
A patch of black on white linen 

I am the darkness that out shines the light
The negativity that permeates every decent heart
The fear that every brave mind wimp at

I am the harlot sleeping with Kleptomania 
Tranced in the blood of innocent souls
The cries of the poor is my sole music
I am the bread cramps of africa
The pagan spell that can never be undone
The sacrifice for the world to see

I am popular in every continental tabloid 
I am the joke every embarrassment laugh at
I am a  lot of things but nothing
I am nothing else,  but Beloved Zimbabwe

Copyright © Julius Machiri | Year Posted 2020

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