Sunday, September 6, 2020

Night Of Many Cold Rains Comments

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Sat all alone in a flood of nondescript emotions
The orange ball of the sun dipping into the horizon unknown
Decapitated heads bobbing up and down the stone dry and sordid political streets
Headless torsos of those of us who would have been, strewn all over our economic highways
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Deluke Muwanigwa 06 September 2020

Great poem bro. We have problems which are solvable but the will is not there. Too much entitlement from our liberators. Take heart though. Change is permanent.

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Phillip Nine Mafunga

Phillip Nine Mafunga

I was born in Harare Zimbabwe
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