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Dambudzo Marechera
Did You Ask What’s Wrong with War?
Did You Ask What’s Wrong with War?
Did You Ask What’s Wrong with War?
There are no wrong words, right?There are no wrong trees, right?
There is no wrong sand, right?
I’ve slept the world in freely
underwear
Dreamed I buggered all the little boys
who are future leaders
Fucked all the funny little girls made of
thatch and ghandy
My anarchist arse has shat on society
And LOOK millions of open flies
are homing in on your wide-open lips.
© 1992, Flora Veit Wild
From: Cemetery of Mind, There is a Dissident in the Election Soup
Publisher: Baobab Books, Harare
From: Cemetery of Mind, There is a Dissident in the Election Soup
Publisher: Baobab Books, Harare
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Did You Ask What’s Wrong with War?
There are no wrong words, right?There are no wrong trees, right?
There is no wrong sand, right?
I’ve slept the world in freely
underwear
Dreamed I buggered all the little boys
who are future leaders
Fucked all the funny little girls made of
thatch and ghandy
My anarchist arse has shat on society
And LOOK millions of open flies
are homing in on your wide-open lips.
From: Cemetery of Mind, There is a Dissident in the Election Soup
Did You Ask What’s Wrong with War?
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