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Cry Africa

She 
is 
a 
fine 
damsel,
Fluent 
in 
Swahili,
Walking 
barefoot 
on 
the 
dusty 
streets 
of 
Mali,
Cracks 
under 
her 
feet 
incured 
from 
decades 
of 
strife,
Caves 
of 
filth 
and 
so 
they 
mock 
her 
when 
she 
passes 
by,
As 
the 
darkness 
thickens 
the 
silence 
becomes 
more 
terrifying,
She 
searches 
for 
a 
hiding 
place 
deep 
inside 
the 
jungle,
But 
fortunes 
deserts 
her 
when 
she 
comes 
across 
a 
rebel 
army,
The 
rest 
of 
her 
tale 
is 
yours 
to 
imagine.
Enjoy 
the 
benefits 
of 
the 
these 
bloody 
diamonds 
in 
the 
morning,
They 
may 
be 
swept 
away 
in 
the 
evening,
Enjoy 
the 
freedom 
before 
the 
speech,
They 
may 
be 
none 
after 
it,
When 
violence 
is 
sown 
in 
a 
home,
The 
roots 
may 
uproot 
the 
neighbour's 
house,
When 
a 
friend's 
cornfield 
catches 
fire,
The 
flame 
is 
at 
your 
doorstep.
Make 
a 
noise 
for 
the 
oppressed 
Somalian,
Shed 
a 
tear 
for 
the 
slain 
Malian,
Beat 
a 
drum 
for 
the 
hungry 
Sudanese,
Get 
on 
your 
knees 
and 
pray
For 
the 
African 
inferno 
to 
cease.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013



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Lost Wing

Will the pied piper have you 
following his shadow?
Will you open your eyes to the 
dew of the morrow?
Your eyes carry grief through 
my soul,
They envelope me with 
sorrow,
As you lie like a log on the spot 
you have grown fond of,
Tears flow,
Undisturbed till they sink the 
floor,
Yet i know mourning will save 
your breath no more,
Still i cry even more,
Wishing you would stay with 
me forever more.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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Anger Mismanagement

I 
want 
to 
undress 
you 
and 
leave 
you 
dressed,
I 
want 
to 
exhume 
the 
scum 
that 
lies 
trapped 
deep 
down 
the 
mines 
of 
your 
shallow 
brain,
I 
want 
to 
slice 
you 
open 
with 
screaming 
double 
edged 
whispers,
Buy 
spectacles 
for 
your 
blurred 
vision,
So 
that 
you 
can 
see 
the 
shine 
i 
am 
pointing 
at,
That 
you 
are 
mocking 
with 
your 
behind,
I 
want 
to 
eavesdrop 
into 
the 
conversation 
of 
your 
mind 
and 
heart,
I 
want 
to 
cross 
examine 
both 
your 
heart 
and 
mind,
Try 
to 
find 
out 
what 
they 
did 
when 
this 
whirlwind 
came 
running,
I 
wang 
to 
be 
mean 
and 
be 
the 
words 
that 
i'm 
speaking,
Rain 
down 
on 
you 
heavily,
Till 
you 
drown,
I 
want 
to 
push 
you 
down 
the 
abyss 
that 
you 
dug 
for 
yourself 
and 
watch 
as 
you 
go 
down,down 
and 
down,
Then 
i 
will 
unleash 
every 
bit 
of 
dirt 
upon 
your 
sorry 
being,
Letting 
it 
follow 
you 
down 
your 
doomed 
path,
Forever.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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Spirit That Hovered Low

Enveloped 
by 
filth 
and 
scorn,
Bowed 
to 
all 
even 
to 
dogs,
Marrow 
sucked 
out 
of 
his 
bones,
Head 
tucked 
in 
between 
his 
knees,
Deathly 
scaref 
breath 
took 
a 
pause,
Lost 
foot 
on 
edges 
of 
waterfalls,
Just 
a 
petty 
fright 
he 
lept 
like 
a 
frog,
Took 
seasons 
to 
calm 
his 
soul,
Till 
one 
day 
he 
woke 
up 
and 
swore,
He'll 
never 
ever 
meet 
a 
fall,
Then 
he 
rose,rose 
and 
rose,
Today 
his 
whereabouts 
are 
still 
unknown.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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Knowing

Knowing is good
But it can be bad too,
The devil is the perfect example,
Wayled them into tasting a 
sample,
If man knew,
He wouldn't have tasted the 
apple.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013



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One Question,Too Many

Was 
it 
that 
cold?
Was 
the 
frost 
biting?
Where 
you 
that 
hungry
That 
you 
decided 
to 
dive
Into 
that 
dish 
without 
a 
second 
thought?
Did 
yoy 
just 
walk 
upon 
these 
thorns 
without 
your 
shoes 
on?
Chasing 
the 
ice 
cream 
man 
on 
the
Dusty 
streets 
without 
your 
clothes 
on,
Really?
Did 
you 
even 
consider 
the 
manacing 
taxi 
drivers 
hurling 
insults 
at 
pedestrians.
Screeching 
and 
speeding?
Did 
you 
shove 
your 
finger 
into 
a 
gnat 
house?
I 
saw 
you 
cleaving 
onto 
something,
Was 
it 
a 
beehive?
I 
see 
the 
bees 
turning 
your 
body 
Into 
their 
playground,
When 
you're 
done 
licking 
those 
fingers,
Dripping 
with 
sweet 
and 
sweat.
Did 
you 
or 
did 
you 
not?

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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A Glass of Vinegar and a Slice of Cake

The 
appetite 
is 
wet,
The 
aroma 
is 
great,
Roses 
emitting 
a 
pleasing 
scent,
Tongue 
yearning 
for 
a 
taste,
The 
mind 
becomes 
restless 
and 
quickly 
shifts 
to 
a 
bad 
state,
Because 
the 
belly's 
vacuum 
has 
to 
be 
occupied 
in 
haste.
A 
battle 
erupts 
within 
the 
intestines,
Wailings 
and 
groanings,
Trumpets 
and 
horns 
are 
sounding,
Civilians 
are 
demanding,
Threatening 
to 
go 
on 
strike 
and 
send 
the 
system 
crashing,
But 
despite 
all 
these 
efforts,
The 
aid 
isn't 
coming,
Eyes 
roll 
in 
different 
directions,
Nothing.
A 
meeting 
is 
called 
to 
seek 
for 
a 
solution,
The 
unions 
reach 
common 
ground 
and 
resort 
to 
mass 
action,
Shop 
begin 
closing 
in 
minor 
provinces,
The 
capital 
has 
to 
make 
a 
decision,
Because 
the 
masses 
are 
moving 
in 
slow 
motion,
Pending!
Suddenly 
good 
news 
start 
pouring 
in,
At 
last 
the 
tables 
are 
set,
There 
on 
every 
tablecloth,
Is 
a 
glass 
of 
vinegar 
and 
a 
slice 
of 
cake.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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Can'T Let You Go

I want you to visit your mind 
And look into my eyes,
There you will find me staring 
back at you,
These eyes saying i miss you,
My heart is doing a lap dance 
in the presence of the lungs 
and it's breath taking.
I feel a sharp pain when i see 
your heart go up in smoke,
A flame flicking behind the 
facade of your smile,
As my mind takes a walk into 
this tiny island of yours,
Searching for the coolest spot 
where i can ponder upon 
these thoughts,
Whilst sitting on that corner 
couch listening to your 
heartbeat.
Too terrified to even begin to 
remember,
That it used to rain,
And rivers of fresh water, 
Used to engulf your rich lands,
Before the sun wrecked havoc 
and ravaged.
Now tears and blood fill this 
lake 
When you cry and bleed.
I feel like it's time 
For the humble boy in me,
To kiss the stupid little girl in 
you,
Till you yearn for more,
Till you can't let go,
Because i can't take it no more,
I'm disgusted of seeing you go 
in and out of relationships,
Again and again,
Like a *****.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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Memories of Memory

Memories 
of 
Memory
Glittering 
at 
the 
top 
shelf 
of 
my 
gallery,
Oozing 
glamour 
entwined 
with 
a 
dose 
of 
mystery,
Breath 
taking 
and 
breath 
giving 
in 
tandem,
Captivating 
and 
healing 
a 
limping 
soul.

Memories 
of 
Memory
Carressing 
my 
mind 
with 
every 
heartbeat,
Floating 
on 
the 
surface 
of 
my 
tears,
Taking 
me 
through 
a 
fascinating 
journey 
of 
endless 
laughter 
and 
echoing 
melodies,
Fingers 
crossed 
in 
anticipation 
of 
the 
day 
these 
events 
will 
be 
replayed 
in 
reality 
outside 
my 
mental 
premises.

Memories 
of 
Memory
Painting 
a 
magnificent 
potrait 
on 
the 
canvas 
of 
my 
senses,
The 
mark 
so 
indelible 
like 
an 
illness 
unto 
death,
Like 
a 
scar 
left 
by 
death,
Like 
the 
sound 
of 
a 
guiter 
string 
strummed 
again 
and 
again,
Echoing 
into 
the 
depths 
of 
my 
belly.

Memories 
of 
Memory
A 
trustee 
to 
my 
soul
Walking 
with 
me 
through 
raw 
territories,
Untapped 
resources,
Tosting 
tempests,
Laughing 
when 
i 
laugh,
Crying 
when 
i 
do,
Keeping 
it 
a 
secret 
between 
my 
soul 
and 
you.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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That's When She Cried

That's when she cried,
Tears flowing down her 
ckeeks she asked why
Is my only son paralysed?
Why is this happening to me 
i'm so traumatised.
I had dreams of feasting on 
chicken and rice,
Now my dreams only come 
down to porridge and tripe,
To tired of darkness i wanted a 
light, 
Just a tiny drop of a moment 
with something nice,
Lamentations of a heart that 
felt nothing right,
Weepings of a soul that saw 
nothing good with life,
Took a peep through the 
window and saw her son,
Tears filled her eyes,
That's when she cried.

Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013

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