Who feels it knows it
Desmond muzite 2002 (Rusape)
elders please give me my chance so I can tell those ones who got the chance to be at the top who were lucky to climb to the top and taking this chance as it was their wisdom they started suppressing those below them they started spitting on those below them beating their chest with pride. l say no , here clever people you've lost it .
if you were born like everyone else, if you dropped your navel like everyone else. excuse me all those who dwell on this earth don't fool yourself entertaining yourself with lies don't cheat yourself bossing over everything don't cheat yourself championing everyone
those you oppress
those you suppress
their crying are powerful prayers to the heavens and one knows the reply nor the day it will come
if it was me setting there
if it was me there
l would shout calling my kinsmen
A meal has been prepared here chrestars come all come and feast
whatever you got eat with your folks
if there is something you've kept for me father please may l have my share while still alive
lord look, lm being worm out like a clothe by those with money while l've nothing. my heart hates that all the time l'm the one being slaved why lord
if it is possible lord, can you have a meeting with your angels and blow us some blessings for the poor people
my mother wants to thank me me but she nolonger know to chant my totem what can l give her so that she can thank me
A tooth is came chrestars
they will smile at me as if they like me but inside burning to see me eating gravy
they like seeing me wearing rags
they want me to lead a life of begging
they are evil and only wanted themselves to eat
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Written on August 22, 2019
Submitted by obammarbarrier on December 23, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 1,636 |
Words | 330 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 3, 5, 2, 1, 1, 5 |
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