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97 Hope Tawanda Chipato I am the wounded lion Roaring, roaring with impotent fury I am the bull elephant without a herd Dick forever hanging out in frustration I am the teenage boy without testicles The last generation in my gene pool I am the girl without a womb Forever banished to the land of the barren I am the lead singer without a band Singing acapella to the stars I am the intellectual without the intellect A teacher with not one student I am the African politician without his lies A reviled African dictator without his motorcade I am the emaciated, incontinent AIDS patient Lying in a pool of my own shit I am the angel of death without his sceptre Trying and failing to take a single soul I am the African youth without a future Dreams shattered beyond repair I am the Zimbabwean youth with no hope Face beaten bloody by rampaging government mobs I am the Harare thug with no purpose For what is purpose for, where there is no hope? ...

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