I am Zimbabwean
The eyes that gazed upon a star
Brought houses of stone into being
Sojourners across the water, land afar
Many rivers crossed, searing vision
Dreams of stone, across ages remain
Standing still, brooding over time
Defying tide, a legacy, proudly yours and mine
I, scion of the hands that hewed stone dreams
Chevron and herring songs
Rhythms that echo across valleys
Speaking-rising bones
Freedom- dreaming in time’s belly
No wonder a new year, new day finds me standing still
Soul so strong, spirit tempered by a steel- will
I am, I am Zimbabwean
Scarred but still whole, undefeated
Burning and- a- looting, a-wheeling and a- dealing
Flood upon flood of inflation
Bonfires of vanities and putrid hatred
Could not bring the glorious house of stone down
I am stone house, house legacies of stone in my heart
Braveheart, optmism personified, source of strength inside, unknown
I am
I have been
I will alway be
Zimbabwean
Then, now and forever, Amen
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