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Julius Chingono
COMRADE FIRST STREET
COMRADE FIRST STREET
COMRADE FIRST STREET
It was youwho I abhor
Comrade First Street
whose battles are fought
in your mouth
And whose strategies
are mapped on your face.
You talk of arms of war
with all your might
like a firing bazooka.
You repeat the name AK47
Like a burst of rounds
but when the police arrive
you jam
like a rusty FN rifle.
© 1980, Julius Chingono
Publisher: First published on PIW in a special Zimbabwean edition, 10th June 2008,
Publisher: First published on PIW in a special Zimbabwean edition, 10th June 2008,
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COMRADE FIRST STREET
It was youwho I abhor
Comrade First Street
whose battles are fought
in your mouth
And whose strategies
are mapped on your face.
You talk of arms of war
with all your might
like a firing bazooka.
You repeat the name AK47
Like a burst of rounds
but when the police arrive
you jam
like a rusty FN rifle.
COMRADE FIRST STREET
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