All I asked for was a little embrace

A little touch-a little love

To the heavens I looked for my Angel

Behold-A ton of bricks

 

All I gave was my all

I had nothing more-that was all good by me.

And for the want of one

Behold-a ton of bricks upon my heart

Pain

 

All I have are questions-Can the world give?

A little caring touch

Or does the world see nothing but itself

Can the world give a little loving embrace?

Or is the world too busy to take a little time.

Can the world give a little love?

Or is the world too engaged with more logical

Issues.

 

Maybe a little-is too much for the world

And one becomes afraid to give

Incase it be thrown back to your face

Like a ton of bricks

 

Ó Victor Mavedzenge 7/01/2004

 

 

 

A quiet sunset

A warm breeze

A silent whisper-beautiful and true

Gentle hands caress your heart

Put you to ease

This all happens when you close your eyes

 

Tender lips soothe your heart-its unbroken

A world where you are a welcome stranger

No fear,no tear,no…

 

You can’t see whats coming

But you feel it a thousand ways

This all happens….

When you close

 

 

 

Copyright © 2007 Victor Mavedzenge

 

He had dreams, dreams and schemes

To rape every nation from Cape to Cairo

Line them up and rule them in a row

Brutally brainwashing the mortals of the land

 

Now in the Matopos lies he dead

Who scared with the very touch of his fatal hand

Leaving scar upon scar

Wound upon wound

Sore upon sore

 

There upon a thriving serene land came he

Proclaiming century old traditions-pagan

All in a rage to realize his dream

To conquer the land from cape to Cairo

What a whore!

Leaving scar upon scar

Wound upon wound

Sore upon sore

 

 

Slowly we traced the path he trod

Leading across lands unknown to the sea

On a gloomy English morning

Came we ‘pon Big Ben

And this is from whence came the dreaded hand

 

That wished to sleep with every nation in a row

Dreaming of a conquer from cape to Cairo

Oh what a whore!

 

 

1. Mavedzenge16/10/2001