Harare Poems - Poems about Harare

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Are we not the mercy killers ourselves To have deprived brother a soul in the Rampage... To have deprived families And devoid too only left a tatty memo Are we not the mercy killers ourselves ......Read the rest...

... I was walking in the field that time The maize leaves blinding my eyes, Star thorns pricking my feet, I could hardly find what we were looking for; We kept on following our leader: He......Read the rest...

... I sold my special shirt For twenty five dollars, babe, I can't affort the transport costs To get on the bus and go Let my eyes caress my love. I can afford to move around With nothing ......Read the rest...

...Children of Xenophobia Children eating bullets and firecrackers Beggars of smile and laughter Silent corpses sleeping away fertile dreams Povo* chanting new nude wretched slogans Overstaye......Read the rest...

...Rhythms and rhymes resurrected from the known tomb of a legendary writer, Lines lost to the grave at the expedient behest of death the ultimate angel of doom. Poetry as fair and fie as......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...it all started in old highfields in Harare were love never sleeps romance that burnt jabavu drive madness that manufactured oneness yes......Read the rest...

...They knows no shelter but allleys in the dusty streets of Harare, peripapetic,they wander from bin to bin in search of whatever managed to escape the hand in good s......Read the rest...

...Flowers of peace are now magnificently blossoming In the gardens of the battlefields of Khartoum and Kinshasa. And roses of tranquillity and order slowly blooming In the flower pots of Kigali’s s......Read the rest...

...Here the clammy flesh Of the hopeful worker In a flicker found rest. After a harsh crackle of muscle On an acre of steel rails, Here, he spent his thirst. Never schooled worker, Donkey pilgr......Read the rest...

...They surrendered to Virtue all they had, tears They gained from society( 'twas all they yearned for) tranquility They sang songs so serene:- "Oh, blessed is the shunner of all forms of evil!" And......Read the rest...

...Yah! Let me tell you, Let me tell you about the last struggle in our country 2000 political violence. Those days thousands of people lay dead The streets were full of blood.......Read the rest...