Long Harare Poems

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            ...

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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 
Overstayed exiles eating beetroot and African potato 
Abortions and condoms batteries...

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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 perched on tower-tops
While the city...

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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 sorrowful genocide cites.

The smoke of dead...

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Once, they claimed to hold the torch,
To light the world with truth and reason.
But the West’s media empire—
Was born not in truth,
But in treason.

From BBC’s royal scripts,
To CNN’s manicured myths,
From Fox’s fury-laced fables,
To NBC’s polished...

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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 refuse my conscience
To feel...

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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 nature,

Words exhausted to their immortal end,

huffing...

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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 
shape.
If only they 
had a 
choice 
they would 
choose...

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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...

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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 is the one who had...

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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
To have claim immunity...

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it all started in old 
highfields
           in Harare were love 
never sleeps
       ...

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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 pilgrim to a Mecca 
Beast is...

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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 on, for my babe,
I...

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