So you want to be a big person,
have you ever told the truth,
how good a thief are you ,
what is the best way to steal from a beggars plate,
were you a sell out during the liberation war,
are you prepared to kill those who think in other terms,
do you look forward to your neighbours funeral,
has your son ever used a gun before,
which of the following two pictures do you find funnier,
an anorexic old lady in binga,
not out of choice but our own will,
or a six year old boy....lying dead,
floating in a pool of blood,
a small crowd looking on...horrified,
during the height of Gukurahundi,
your mother is horribly sick in Chivi,
what would you send her,
rat poison, mercury or an assasin
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