We are a free, independent peopleBut the revolutionary ink is not lost,The revolutionary penWill speak,When everyone else can’t.The revolutionary inkWon’t…
“This is not the end. Fight. Leave and fight”
“Life only gets harder,” he tells me as I squeeze the life out of a tiny black ant between my…
#ZimbabweanLivesMatter
I bruised my knees when I was praying,The wounds open every time I want to talk to the Lord;And I…
I’ve been sitting hereBy the outsideWaiting for the mans to come outThe big mans who sit in their meetingsWho think…
Wake up and live!!
Wake up and live!My brothers in the big house,Have you no compassion for the little, hungry, naked children outsideStanding in…
An Ode to Freedom Fighters
Selfless, brave warriorsUnafraid of the unknownTaking yourselves to the sacrificial altarFor what we call freedom todaySelfless, brave warriorsWe are forever…
Anguish at 04:46
I am sad and angry in my own country that hurts to call home, I have not seen my mother…
Dreams are dreams that dreamers dream
I dream of a world A wonderful world Where im not judged according to my skin or sex Where my…
Too Much To Ask?
Should we ask Him? Will He answer? Those times we go On sore knees With parched lips And heavy hearts…
My African Dream
I had a dream An African dream Where mothers use bomb shells As pots Rifles hanged on kitchen walls I…
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