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Tuesday, 18 June 1996 13:33 |
I dream of a time,
When the age old wishes of my forefathers,
Hold as truces and not just mere fantasies,
Count as importances and not just trivialities.
Of a time, of a place,
Where the well of life is full to the brim,
Where there is no toleration of malice,
And where there is no compromise for justice.
I dream of a time,
When my children and yours will come together,
When they will not kill each other for pride,
And when they will in each other's midst abide.
O of a time,
When this dream and those of my ancestors,
Are no longer dreams but true to flesh,
Where their truthcoming lays a solid foundation,
For the dreams of our children and their generation.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
Kumba
Tuesday 18 June 1996
1333hrs
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