Munashe Rupazo Poems

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention.
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Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze.

Your gesture is what differentiates my luck from them, for I am graced by the integration of the Beauty and the Beast. In sets of our similarities, our intersection blooms day by day, for forever in the spirit we are tallied. Our intersect flowers year by year, for forever in the catalyzing intelligence of love we shall reside.
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Time flies, gentlemen I know!
Those days of pleasure and satisfaction
Those moments of mischief and appreciation
Those times of puberty and perseverance
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In my world there is no better person
I call Mother but my mother.
A woman I was born out of,
Whose love and tenderness I grew an expert.
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She does not mind what they do to her.
They can rip her heart,
And split her feelings into many pieces.
She might fail to bring them together,
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ENTER: I believe the 'wee of a day'
Is the early morning when
The babes are still sleeping
The cocks have not yet crocked
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FATHERS, WE HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU

The fish in the river died
And the river became foul smelling.
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In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream.
Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly
From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart
For a reason “righteousness” finds no connection.
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Years ago our forefathers had a vision
That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own
To represent their ancient glory
And value it at heart.
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Chisingaperi chinoshura, chinobhururuka chinomhara
Natsa kwawabva, kwaunoenda husiku
Vakuru vakataura kare
Vacharamba vachitaurazve.
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