Tinashe Mupedzapasi Poems

Fishing in troubled waters
Causing the poor to cry
Dying begging for their lives
Cursing the days they were born
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Life is like a wind driven canoe,
You don't really know where it will take you
Life is a broken-winged bird,
It can not fly
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Weapons of mass destruction are not haboured in the amoury of a country somewhere
Weapons of mass destruction are not in the crevices and dungeons of any country
They are not hidden somewhere private
They are not made of metals or atoms
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You are still young
You are still young
The waters of your love
Cannot quench the thirst of mine
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There you are
The nocturnal bird
Going back to your nest
For the day is breaking
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Thou art the Messiah
Thou art the Saviour
Thou art Melchezidec
The priest of the Most High
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Its saturday again
Why don't we go out
Out in the woods
I should be with you
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The river is flowing silently
Carrying away all my sorrows
The old world drifting away
The new world coming in like a vision
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Pain is a friend
It means you are still alive
Pain is a reminder
It reminds you that life changes
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