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.
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On Fri, Jun 11, 2021 at 3:47 PM Girlchild Creativity <
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> President Zimbabwe
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> 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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