Wilson Tinotenda Waison
Wilson Tinotenda Waison Poems
- Victim She walks to the slain So energetic, in her voyage ...
- Dungwiza Tsuro my intimate ...
- Roots Who are we? Is the question That rings in my scruples ...
- The Pillar All worries brought to you Clench tight to the ...
- The Bathe As I stripped off the rag My peel to the piercing ...
- Heartfelt A detainee to the imaginary penitentiaries With ...
- Ceaseless Brwal To resume on where you left Our home now a ...
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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''There is nothing so dearer than a death bedWilson Waison T
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.''
''If ever be it politics, I dare utmost to rigWilson Tinotenda Waison
Or to pleadge a manifesto so complex
To vote my fantasy as it was in dreams''
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...Wilson Waison. T
Is it not love that hurts yetLove
Still the amour evokes the
Pleasant memory endured
Of yester Pierces the heart
Left! .Only to embrace tatty
Retention, so absur...
Comments about Wilson Tinotenda Waison
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 ...