Just hearing of a poet passing,
makes me pen a few words.
Chenjerai Hove passed on.
To read his words was life,
To follow the paths strength
Now he is no more yet his work,
inspires even the bones that remain.
We will stand better poets,
for reading his work,
and hearing his voice.
Go and sing for us.
We hear you.
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