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A humanitarian crisis, A situation catastrophic, A sprawl of ramshackle buildings, Now vacated, As masses continue to flee, What’s left of their battered motherland, With operation Murambatsvina at its apex, I left where my house used to stand, Now a rubble of broken bricks and choking dust, Just with the dress I was wearing, And bitter memories of a faceless monster, The prophet of doom, An epitome of conflicted personality, The hardhearted devil personified, I fled on foot, Ran-walked, ran-walked, Swam across the Limpopo River, Ran-walked across Kruger National Park, Met the police, Abused, ***** and sent back, Swam back, Ran-walked, ran-walked, This is the Zimbabwean fate, Our heart-wrenching fate, Exodus after exodus.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
Exodus
A humanitarian crisis, A situation catastrophic, A sprawl of ramshackle buildings, Now vacated, As masses continue to flee, What’s left of their battered motherland, With operation Murambatsvina at its apex, I left where my house used to stand, Now a rubble of broken bricks and choking dust, Just with the dress I was wearing, And bitter memories of a faceless monster, The prophet of doom, An epitome of conflicted personality, The hardhearted devil personified, I fled on foot, Ran-walked, ran-walked, Swam across the Limpopo River, Ran-walked across Kruger National Park, Met the police, Abused, ***** and sent back, Swam back, Ran-walked, ran-walked, This is the Zimbabwean fate, Our heart-wrenching fate, Exodus after exodus.
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dr-noah-kaliofas-marutlulle
M/Johannesburg
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
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