Kalinga- linga

A daughter of revolution fed on rich political nutrition
With a smile bandaging scars of the streets and falsehood by political demons
Fingers burnt in pseudo democratic pans of the West, what a political humour
I see you smelling love through the thick dew of corruption and robots
True heroes and heroines swallowed up in the deep silence of chingwere and uzambwera
[Cemeteries of the poor]
Leopold hill shadows faking dances to the throbbing rhythms of vumbuza drums
Kalinga- linga- your rising sun will soon spread the beauty of its fingers in the skies of Afrika

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My ink will burn fingers of political morons discarding women value to dust bins of poverty,my metaphors will eat their political phalluses like gangrene.

Mbizo Chirasha International Perfomances Poet, Writer ,Creative/Literary Projects Specialist Founder/Creative Director- Girlchildcreativity Project

Bravo sister ,lets move it.

Mbizo Chirasha International Perfomances Poet, Writer ,Creative/Literary Projects Specialist Founder/Creative Director- Girlchildcreativity Project

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