Edward Dzonze

This hatred
i so much condemn,
is man's worst form of relating.
If hate is the only food on the menu,
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The story unfolds
darkness today
but tomorrow it will be day
We might not see but we sure know
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They wore God
on their faces
To hide the devil
in their thoughts.
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I don't have the financial muscle
To wrestle the American State President intellectually
If the truth be told;
I don't have half enough in my savings account
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There is a mist on the throne,
everybody wants the dawn and not the beast
The streets choke, the nation bleeds
when the African gods deliver their wrath in a strange tone
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Even if it rains in white snow,
I will shelter my head under a black umbrella.

For the white storm
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One after another
she took them off
and throw them down nonchalantly
in my full gaze.
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Flow with me
along the rivers of common sense,
Eroding the riverbeds of tribalism and racism
Revitalising the very essence of man's existence,
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We heard them singing from a distance
and our hearts shuddered of fear.
We saw them taking charge towards us,
a mob of youths dressed in sponsored t-shirts
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This
our beloved Africa is slowly turning into a death trap
From the senseless xenophobic attacks down south
to the 'irrational' religious wars north of the equator.
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A brief tour around my imperfections
A rough calculation of my sexual adventures
All this triggered by a culmination of a deteriorating health,
Clouded by this cigarette smoke
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If you were not at my college,
this way to my college please

Maybe i better close one eye
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They knows no shelter
but alleys in the dusty streets of Harare
Peripapetic, they wander from bin to bin
in search of whatever managed to escape the hand in good shape
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I've been holding on
to a toy gun as my shield of defence,
tired of its unnecessary weight,
threw it away
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She gave me a gun
and showed me where to shoot
i guess where she felt it most
but my finger couldn't bend to pull the trigger
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Never mind the gruesome
scars on my face,
I've got activated bombs in my flesh.
Sympathy is all i get
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Up and down the African streets in poetry verses
Dust is the majority, the gold is just a few
Purses are empty, prices are hefty
The haves are few, beggars are the majority
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Marry me off
from the deep politics of the land,
I am flowing with the rains in the month of February
to justify the shift of seasons
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We were told it's a taboo;
everybody bows down when the king wants to pee
Who knows if they sell it as bottled water in the streets
I'ts true there is a line in this poem that gets the reader sick
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The heaven they preach
Is no haven to man but hell,
Their tongues sweeter than honey
Who can resist the melody
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