Harare Poem by Tapiwa Zungunde

beautiful, where skyscrapers are colossus
Where the sun shines on a sea of smiling faces
Where the rich are invisible and empty stomachs visible
Visualize second hand class cars, which are compelling
where the class cars are unprecedented

where opinions differ but the struggle is the same
The red light district buzzing like yesterday was a dream
Where the born free roam the streets with pride
Where Christ is the pinnacle of the society
even to the doubters and the unbelievers

The City that never was, until man with ammo
battled with our greats.
Success is our story, success is our faith
Harare the sunshine city, The Taj Mahal can never compare
The city I was born

Poor houses to pleasure homes
beautiful
From avenues to streets, terraces and park places
Friday nights hang out at the Synergy going wild
maze, Sports Diner representing sipping Castle
and where we keep it hot like matches

Worldwide we are known as the Sunshine City
and we keep shining, even as we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
We keep shining and we are still a unicity

yours truly