The Ovi

Tongues of their guns kissed the bottoms of our country wallssand of corruption sedimented our banking mallsbishops munching rainbow chicken bones,singing political verses violence is a black diseaseracism is a white diseasexenophobia is epidemicblood spilling is endemicdissidents studying theologyeunuchs graduating criminologyafghanistan ,earthquake of religionspakistan,volcano of political legions corruption natural lotion applied in armpits heavy weightsextortion … More I am a revolution by Mbizo Chirasha 2011-05-19

I see many voices rising with the sunsharp spears of the sun ,undulating with coming freedommother was there during liberationi will be there for the other liberationa revolution of million voicesvoices of children of songchildren of the soilchildren unborn ,children born voices of hunger in the guttersvoices in memory of those gone by the wind … More Dawn Rising by Mbizo Chirasha 2019-02-16

Written 30 April 2010, salutation to all mothers including my own mother who carried this freedom griot for times unforgotten. Pain scribbled signatures in mothers buttocksannouncing the beginning of sunsetsun rays remained un vomited from the beauty of rainbowswar tied ropes of struggle  round their necksmany rhymes of suffering sung  and unheardin congregations marching townships … More In Memory of motherhood by Mbizo Chirasha 2010-06-06

Haiti my generation Haiti, Haiti ,Haiti Sorrow stole the heart of the land Lungs of the east suffocating South heaving with heavy smell of sweat The west drunk with blood The north intoxicated in tears Death whispered terror in the marrow of this land And the land became death, lungs of the earth heaved with, … More Haiti my generation by Mbizo Chirasha 2010-02-02