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Tichakunda - We shall overcome
Thomas Mapfumo
Extracted from None But Ourselves: Masses vs Media In The Making of Zimbabwe by Julie Frederikse
November 16, 2006

Knock, knock, knock,
Knock, knock, knock,
Come in, sir,
Come in, sir.

This is Harare,
The famous Harare,
Our lives are a round of poverty,
Our houses are like fowl runs,
We sleep like rats,
Our children at school,
We beg for their meals,
Their clothes are full of patches,
Their education is an uphill struggle,
Bur we shall win in the end.

The oppressors shall be defeated,
They shall confess;
The oppressors shall be defeated,
They shall confess.

*This poem was originally published in 1982.

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