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Jul 2018
Ah yes, You wonder, good people, who might this be
A mysterious soothsayer, But she's Known To Me.
Though Strangely Changed By Media She Surely Has Been
I swear This is The spirit Of The Lately Murdered Queen.
Her Image, ruthlessly befouled
Repeatedly Tugged On The Ground,
The Doer Is Said To Blonde
And Lighter In Pigment.
She Was abandoned By Her Own, She Was Sent To Die Alone,
For Her Words, Unproven Predictions Said To Hallucinating,
Though It Was, Her Very Own, Who Misunderstood
Her Prophecy.
Now Foresee Where We Are,
Where She Claimed We will Be.
She Warned Us, To Be Delighted By Our Visitors
Stretched Mouths.
Her Sorrow Was So Very Strange
For Her Race Eyes Gaze
Was Astray
From Her Truthful Future Predictions, Now We to Pay
The Neglect And Substitution
Of spirituality with Biblical Pages
The Losing Of Trust In Our Own African Leaders
-Mwari's(God's) Prophets-
-Traditionally Fore tellers-
-And Kings-
Thando
Written by
Thando
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     --- and Fawn
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