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MY DREAM FOR ZIMBABWE
I wish I could speak Shona fluently
Trace the paths of old Zimbabwe
From the ancient cliffs of Chinoyi
To Nelson Mandela Avenue’s concrete.
But wishes, like dreams
Are shooting stars across the night
Lighting the sky with fleeting grace
Yet slipping beyond reach.
So I dream still
Of the misty beauty at Victoria Falls
Of a land where children laugh and learn
Well-fed, and free to roam.
I dream of Zimbabwe
Where no hand needs greasing
Where healing is a right
And greed is but a forgotten word.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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