Best Zimbabwe Poems

You can all breathe now Zimbabwe 
Rejoice freedom from repression 
lift yourselves out of depression,

new president, no wannabe 
so democratize your Country
repulse anything contrary 

be...

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I was on top of his head. 
An answer to a hairy I a dumping space. 
I have seen him. 
An answer to blind eyes....

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Grey smoke of burning limbs
A burnt charred flag of 
patriotism flying
In the June 27 democracy...

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Plucked i am,
From the flowering mopane
By the mother of the mischievous ones,
Only to be reduced
To a reproving stick.

Safe and secure i am,
Or rather i think...

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Plucked i am,
From the flowering mopane
By the mother of the mischievous ones,
Only to be reduced
To a reproving stick.

Safe and secure i am,
Or rather i think...

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Zimbabwe we hear your country screaming
We're powerless to help you you're at the mercy of a party thats murderous and 
scheming
Robert Mugabe and his thugs...

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Z ulus and Shonas possess the lands
I ndependence placed it in their hands
M ugabe dictates his corrupt demands
B abies starve in the streets eating out...

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I was born in the beautiful country called Zimbabwe,
Now it is devastated by the tyrant Robert Mugabe.
It was once a land full of milk and...

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Zimbabwe
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
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My mother to have known her a bold lady
Till this sad night she sneezed sneezingly
Puffing out the chocking gastric fumes of
Strong  perfumed  odours...

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Bob Marley will remain proud
In the peace that has survived
Despite years of being a target 
In a world whose power is tilted
To a few who...

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30 possible destinations.
Outstanding in a variety of ways.
12 stood out immediately.
Kindness meant we would listen to everyone’s ideas.

25 women thought they might go.
Did anyone think...

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A zany Zimbalist from Zimbabwe
Stopped me on Calcutta Road with a, “hey!”
We are not the same
For I am quite tame
I liked the fact he was...

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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...

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I refuse to mourn
Your death
Mr. Dead President! 

I refuse to sit here
And pretend to have forgotten 
How much your own people 
Waited to experience the...

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