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Saturday, 31 December 1994 17:08 |
Grimness overriding. I can now see the goal,
The end is faraway, but hopeful is my soul,
I want and I want badly, to accomplish my mission,
To see through to the end, my every ambition;
Nothing on this earth can stop me from trying,
Nothing will see this hope fading and dying;
If men are grains of humanity, then into them I shall plough,
O nothing- but death- can stop me now.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
Saturday 31 December 1994
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