Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Veteran Poet - 1,698 Points [Lowlifediarist] (07 January 1998 / St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe)

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A son of an electronic engineer and a manicurist, The first in a family of two, little sister Annah. Attended to Zengeza high school studying humanities and major literature in linguistic Advanced level certificate. The founder of Deem.lit.org and also a member of Ghetto Diarries.

Currently a student at Open Learning Centre studying ACCA more »

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  • ''Petty thief
    Pretty theft
    A dollar bill
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  • ''There is nothing so dearer than a death bed
    Even the French man crafted the Guillotine
    All I percive now are heads from the basket
    Mine yet to drop in the pool, blood stained.''
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  • ''If ever be it politics, I dare utmost to rig
    Or to pleadge a manifesto so complex
    To vote my fantasy as it was in dreams''
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  • Love and compassion turns a necessity. Though tis an untamed force. When I try to controĺ it, it destroys me. When I try to imprison it, it enslaves me. When I try to understand it, it leaves me feeli...
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  • Is it not love that hurts yet
    Still the amour evokes the
    Pleasant memory endured
    Of yester Pierces the heart

    Left! .Only to embrace tatty
    Retention, so absur...
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Ceaseless Brwal

To resume on where you left
Our home now a forlorn citadel,
The bloody fields you ceased
In your toil, a quest to sovereignty
Now belongs to the despot.
Our emancipator now our persecutor
The prophecy by Benjamin Henson
Clinched woe and is in prevalence
Patently the struggle will go on.

To reminisce the odd, hatemongers
The new and mutant foes drive us
To the precincts of the domains
And lures this black blood, sent
To the deeps and crags, places of distress.
The fruit now bored as the despot
Pails the yield, where are you
To rekindle the ...

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