I thought it must be of interest to the Wikimedians for reading and mostly to archive what currently happens in my country from the heart of an exiled Zimbabwe  poet.
Mbizo Chirasha 

On Fri, Jun 11, 2021, 15:55 <african-wikimedians-request@lists.wikimedia.org> wrote:
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Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2021 14:47:22 +0200
From: Girlchild Creativity <girlchildcreativity@gmail.com>
Subject: [African Wikimedians] President,Zimbabwe by Mbizo Chirasha
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Cc: Tafadzwa Muzondo <tafartist@gmail.com>
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President Zimbabwe

Your prolific role  is to see value in every citizen
Iam a citizen carrying crude metaphors of truth in the caves of  my mind
Iam a Zimbabwen holding on to the raw scepter of  true images of my land
,our country
Iam  a people  yearning for power elite to repent from corruption
Iam a griot crying  for  bureaucrats to repent from stealing the national
fat
I respect the flag ,it's colors and its meaning ,Iam born by ancestors that
saluted chimurenga
Iam a fighter of truth and for justice ,iam haunted , threatened and
intercepted  for speaking the truth
Art is a gift , poetry is a weapon of mass instruction, Zimbabwe is the
country I know , country I was born , a country  I know best of caves
,heroes, plains ,meadows and rivers
A country rich but a stolen country, stolen of truth, stolen of love ,
stolen of free speech
poets are national assets , recorders of history , fortunetellers of past
,present and future
We do not to agree to make a country and to build peace
 I thought the second republic is for all in the republic .
I never knew it is of the selected few ,
Iam voice crying in the wilderness , son of the soil haunted at home by
minions of the state and l thrown into wild bushes for hyenas to feed on
Which crime have committed that makes me unwanted and unZimbabwean
Thebones of mothers cry for me in the land of my birth, bones of my fathers
are weeping for me
Zimbabwe carry the throne , thistle , roses, pain, laughter , hope and
cries of my people
For when Zimbabwe and security minions give me a break
Is it  a crime to write the poetic grafitti of crude truth
For when shall we remain praise singers of some things that do not praise
I always thought as griots our role is to sing truth Power and then
corridors of power are sanitized
Truth is the only detergent washing the dirty linen of the state and we
walk clean ,loved and United
Mine is not a violent statement , it is a message to remind you that iam
citizen , a child of Zimbabwe , haunted by securocratic intelligence inside
and outside the country
The second republic as I was taught is the dispensation of truth, free
speech and embraces all
We all got faults from high ranks of power ,
I have written no placards but poetry, my slogan is poetry of resistance
If I die today , tommorow or the day after I know that I died telling the
truth  to power
Death by the way the way of God , I have sacrificed to die writing true
poetry immersed in jugs of satire and dishes crude imagery
I have lived a life as a defender of truth, as a writer of  raw metaphor
Expressing the hard feelings of my pain and the pain at home
I will not weep on my death, but my death is not a way to surrender ,it is
to say, there is always that time to rest, to leave others carrying on with
the revolutionary literary candles
If you are true , you lay a wreath alongside my poetic peers on my supposed
shallow grave
They will call me homeless , country less , fatherless and motherless
But some will say here lies a poet , a griot , a son of the soil ,a fighter
and all
But if I don't die tonight I will continue the fight for truth and I know
one day you will see the truth of my resistance poetry and protest letters
and I will be buried decently  next to the caves of my ancestors
I have done my prayers that even in dreams ,death , life or writing , I
will not be defeated,
This is my epitaph to the man that is myself , a man who has fought many
struggles
Iam rejected , haunted and persecuted by his own people
Where are you mr president
My brilliance, my shallowness, my poetry, my controversial political
commentary and my hybrid narratives are an assert to the land dipped in
tanks of corruption, murky waters of political toxicity,unfairness and other
I respect those doing good , fighting to build the nation but there is an
elephant in the room injustice, human rights abuses, lack of free speech
and corruption
I respect those speaking the truth and every time they are gagged
President, iam a griot crying in the wilderness
MbizoChirasha is the Founder of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign ,2017
Founder of the Time of the  Poet Republic, miombopublishing.org
Editor of the BraveVoicesPoetryJournal, bravevoicespoetry.home.blog
Editor of the Womawordsliterary press, womawordsliterary.home.blog
African Contributor, Monk arts and soul magazine, UK
African Contributor, Oxford School of. Poetry , BlackwellPamplet
AfricanContributor,FamAsia Magazine
UNESCORILA Affiliated artist,gla.ac.uk
Ihraf.org/mbizochirasha
Coeditor, Second Name of the Earth is Peace, an anti war global poetry
collection(WorldBeyondWAr.org)
Author, A Letter to the President, a poetry collection
Author ,Pilgrims of Zame, a collection of hybrid narratives
Coauthor of  Metaphors of Rainbow
Coeditor of Corpses of Unity , a global collection
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Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2021 16:54:48 +0300
From: Asaf Bartov <abartov@wikimedia.org>
Subject: [African Wikimedians] Re: President,Zimbabwe by Mbizo
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Hello, MbizoChirasha.

Could you clarify what connection your message had with the Wikimedia
movement, or what you are hoping to achieve by posting it to this group?  I
couldn't quite understand it.

Thanks,

    A.

Asaf Bartov (he/him/his)

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On Fri, Jun 11, 2021 at 3:47 PM Girlchild Creativity <
girlchildcreativity@gmail.com> wrote:

>
>
>
> President Zimbabwe
>
> Your prolific role  is to see value in every citizen
> Iam a citizen carrying crude metaphors of truth in the caves of  my mind
> Iam a Zimbabwen holding on to the raw scepter of  true images of my land
> ,our country
> Iam  a people  yearning for power elite to repent from corruption
> Iam a griot crying  for  bureaucrats to repent from stealing the national
> fat
> I respect the flag ,it's colors and its meaning ,Iam born by ancestors
> that saluted chimurenga
> Iam a fighter of truth and for justice ,iam haunted , threatened and
> intercepted  for speaking the truth
> Art is a gift , poetry is a weapon of mass instruction, Zimbabwe is the
> country I know , country I was born , a country  I know best of caves
> ,heroes, plains ,meadows and rivers
> A country rich but a stolen country, stolen of truth, stolen of love ,
> stolen of free speech
> poets are national assets , recorders of history , fortunetellers of past
> ,present and future
> We do not to agree to make a country and to build peace
>  I thought the second republic is for all in the republic .
> I never knew it is of the selected few ,
> Iam voice crying in the wilderness , son of the soil haunted at home by
> minions of the state and l thrown into wild bushes for hyenas to feed on
> Which crime have committed that makes me unwanted and unZimbabwean
> Thebones of mothers cry for me in the land of my birth, bones of my
> fathers are weeping for me
> Zimbabwe carry the throne , thistle , roses, pain, laughter , hope and
> cries of my people
> For when Zimbabwe and security minions give me a break
> Is it  a crime to write the poetic grafitti of crude truth
> For when shall we remain praise singers of some things that do not praise
> I always thought as griots our role is to sing truth Power and then
> corridors of power are sanitized
> Truth is the only detergent washing the dirty linen of the state and we
> walk clean ,loved and United
> Mine is not a violent statement , it is a message to remind you that iam
> citizen , a child of Zimbabwe , haunted by securocratic intelligence inside
> and outside the country
> The second republic as I was taught is the dispensation of truth, free
> speech and embraces all
> We all got faults from high ranks of power ,
> I have written no placards but poetry, my slogan is poetry of resistance
> If I die today , tommorow or the day after I know that I died telling the
> truth  to power
> Death by the way the way of God , I have sacrificed to die writing true
> poetry immersed in jugs of satire and dishes crude imagery
> I have lived a life as a defender of truth, as a writer of  raw metaphor
> Expressing the hard feelings of my pain and the pain at home
> I will not weep on my death, but my death is not a way to surrender ,it is
> to say, there is always that time to rest, to leave others carrying on with
> the revolutionary literary candles
> If you are true , you lay a wreath alongside my poetic peers on my
> supposed shallow grave
> They will call me homeless , country less , fatherless and motherless
> But some will say here lies a poet , a griot , a son of the soil ,a
> fighter and all
> But if I don't die tonight I will continue the fight for truth and I know
> one day you will see the truth of my resistance poetry and protest letters
> and I will be buried decently  next to the caves of my ancestors
> I have done my prayers that even in dreams ,death , life or writing , I
> will not be defeated,
> This is my epitaph to the man that is myself , a man who has fought many
> struggles
> Iam rejected , haunted and persecuted by his own people
> Where are you mr president
> My brilliance, my shallowness, my poetry, my controversial political
> commentary and my hybrid narratives are an assert to the land dipped in
> tanks of corruption, murky waters of political toxicity,unfairness and other
> I respect those doing good , fighting to build the nation but there is an
> elephant in the room injustice, human rights abuses, lack of free speech
> and corruption
> I respect those speaking the truth and every time they are gagged
> President, iam a griot crying in the wilderness
> MbizoChirasha is the Founder of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign ,2017
> Founder of the Time of the  Poet Republic, miombopublishing.org
> Editor of the BraveVoicesPoetryJournal, bravevoicespoetry.home.blog
> Editor of the Womawordsliterary press, womawordsliterary.home.blog
> African Contributor, Monk arts and soul magazine, UK
> African Contributor, Oxford School of. Poetry , BlackwellPamplet
> AfricanContributor,FamAsia Magazine
> UNESCORILA Affiliated artist,gla.ac.uk
> Ihraf.org/mbizochirasha
> Coeditor, Second Name of the Earth is Peace, an anti war global poetry
> collection(WorldBeyondWAr.org)
> Author, A Letter to the President, a poetry collection
> Author ,Pilgrims of Zame, a collection of hybrid narratives
> Coauthor of  Metaphors of Rainbow
> Coeditor of Corpses of Unity , a global collection
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
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