Zimbabwe, Acquit me Zimbabwe, acquit me And go on with your jarring and endless cacophonies, I don’t care anymore I’m losing you I’m losing my being in you I can’t flutter anymore Not because you don’t exist I just don’t know you any longer though through thick and thin I dab, slap and fling to hang in Wishing for gleeful ending at dawn I still end up in pout of frown you just recur on becoming thistle and a thorn An evident barb to my a*ss You gashes me through the ruckus of fuss Aloof and afar as i prowl and traipse deeper to cradle the night And fondle the day under your oxter But such is just a reverie, right? Maybe you care too much Not for my being but your belly Hence, the torture and the agony I endured gravelly when pointing the wrongs painted on your face Hence, I do not bother anymore to return to your gravelly offshore and dine at the flanks of your gut Zimbabwe, acquit me, and go on with your chaos and burn my hut permanently you have lost me And I too, Piece by piece, enduringly have lost your texture Poem by Marlon Khoza #zimbabwe🇿🇼 #zimbabwe #zimbabwematters🇿🇼 #imzimbabwean #zimbabweanlivesmatter https://www.instagram.com/p/CDjhtzTjtlD/?igshid=35cy75ah6m02