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Help us make it a reality! https://donate.wikimedia.org On Fri, Jun 11, 2021 at 3:47 PM Girlchild Creativity <girlchildcreativity(a)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 > > _______________________________________________ > African-Wikimedians mailing list -- african-wikimedians(a)lists.wikimedia.org > To unsubscribe send an email to african-wikimedians-leave(a)lists.wikimedia.org