THE EXORCISM
see the dark clouds
the dark clouds of evil
the air is humid
ubiquitous hate speech
what now nation builders
all the mudslinging
listen to the statesmen
their words pure venom
frothing at the mouths
no distinction between opponents and enemies
to the throne by any means
murder, rape,kidnapping
the nation lifeless
in the web of fear
see the dark clouds
the dark clouds of evil
the thunder of their oratory
the lightning of poverty
satisfying their evil egos
nothing for us in all this
we refuse to be cannon fodder
refuse to be pawns in their games
RED CARPET
when they roll out the red carpet
then my heart skips a beat
taught to revile the colour red
that i could be struck by lightning
that it symbolises death and destruction
they walk on the red carpet
the blood of the sufferers under their feet
NO LOOKING BACK
the echoes of your words
chenjerai hove i hear them
i wanted to be scorched first
then i would know fire burns
to the medicine men i went
asked for that unique gift
to see ghosts and goblins
today i am stuck with that gift
the medicine men cannot take it back
the ghosts and goblins i still see
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Poet proving prolific per present poetry-blog. I like "The Exorcism" and "No Looking Back". Please considers submitting these for Munyori Poetry Journal. Also, check out Main Street Rag Journal--they might have an interest in some of the stuff you have here. Just google them and check out their submission guidelines.
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