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Simion Mugunzva Poem
agitating and grunting sounds in my ears
hurt, but holding back my tears
will they ever grow?
many are the seeds we cultivate
but non grow nor even germinate
where do they go l wonder?
come thunder, come rain
rooted to the ground they remain
open wounds of unbearable pain
sorrow our hearts can't contain
is there hope of seeing,
each other again?
haunting pictures of you in our minds,
ti's beyond the understanding of human kind.
where do they go l wonder?
Copyright © Simion Mugunzva | Year Posted 2017
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in a world of many nations,
may we learn to understand
that non can survive in isolation
but together we stand.
Ti's my ideal wish,
that a Jew and a Samaritan would eat,
from one dish.
in the world of so many races
black, coloured, and Indian spread in all places
may we never judge nor treat by appearance
but love and appreciate our difference.
ti's my ideal wish,
that colour would not distinguish.
in the world of riches and poverty,
let not the poor be treated like property
but treat them like one of you own
for they are hopeless alone.
ti's my ideal wish,
that the Jews and the Samaritans would eat,
from the same dish.
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#where have l gone wrong
l keep asking myself all day long
this pain has became my daily song.
l have became a dry stream
with no hope of rain it seem.
it felt all endearing at start,
little did know,
l was tearing my life apart
and one reaps what they sow
it was just a small sip
that wounded me so deep.
one sip begot million more
it was money and men l couldn't ignore
yes l made a lot of money,
but there is one thing l can't ignore#
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love me not
but let me be a human in your thoughts,
not an animal of some sort.
l don't have a car nor a degree,
neither do l own anything
but we breath from the same tree
and by the same grace we are made free.
love me not for my precious possessions,
nor my pleasing expressions
for those may fail
but thine spirit and mine shall remain
so thou needest not animosity
but a true and loving personality.
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I am not a preacher!
I am not a preacher
Who preaches love and kindness
But when my pen and paper collide
They leave no stone unturned
And no life unchanged.
I am not a doctor
With a stethoscope dangling in the neck
But when words runs through my fingertips
They mend broken hearts
And heal wounded souls.
I am not a sergeant
With a badge of dazzling stars
I am not a soldier
With a precarious weapon on the shoulder
But a pen that scribes in bold
Let there be peace
I am not a pilot
But let the young men and women
Be inspired to fly high
For the only limit is the sky
I am not a preacher,
I say l am not a preacher
But l shall speak to the discourteous world
The ethos of life.
Copyright © Simion Mugunzva | Year Posted 2024
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