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folly

  • Ray Tatenda Mutizwa
  • Jun 18, 2018
  • 1 min read

Wantonly she agreed

To open her house for the event

Now that it goes haywire

You are shifting the blame

Till when shall you keep running

Fleeing away from your shadow

Trying to escape self

Chasing against the wind

All you do is hiding behind others

Your index finger pointing at others

Its them who are responsible for this

Had they not done this

I would remained out of miss

To be asked is all ask

In your midst I all I hope to bask

To have our voice together on a disk

However it goes on worth the risk

Now all sorrow I drown in whisky

With the rising of the sun

All evil and injustice I shun

Away I have put from me the gun

To many a people an item to stun

The idea of a changed me is fun

 
 
 

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