I Am a Lot But Nothing

I am the potato every pig covets, The circus every Woolf dream to perform in, and The toddler every phidophile crave to live with But non will ever have I am the uncut gem that will ever be rough The golden egg that will never hatch The promissory rain that never falls I am the Oasious mirage in the Sahara sands The hope that will never happen I am the prodigal son who never returns The Fallen Angel bound in purgatory The pain the world will learn to dance with The puncture that will never be mended The unbleached indelible black patch A patch of black on white linen I am the darkness that out shines the light The negativity that permeates every decent heart The fear that every brave mind wimp at I am the harlot sleeping with Kleptomania Tranced in the blood of innocent souls The cries of the poor is my sole music I am the bread cramps of africa The pagan spell that can never be undone The sacrifice for the world to see I am popular in every continental tabloid I am the joke every embarrassment laugh at I am a lot of things but nothing I am nothing else, but Beloved Zimbabwe