Your greatness
Usually forgotten
Yet you are the source of life
The spice of living.
Divorced long ago
For not being clean
The fear of ailments
Yet we have no alternatives
In eras of failed energy
But look to you expectantly.
Your enmity with thirst
Always forgotten
Yet you pipe water
The spice of the city!
Dedication: To the residents of Tete
Saturday,12th July 1992.
Tete, Mozambique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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