This the story of every
ordinary Zimbabwean
Our faces above the water
Our feet can't touch the ground
And it feels like we can see the sands
on the horizon
But everytime you violate us
We slowly drift away
Wave after wave
We are slowly drifting
And it feels like we are drowning
Pulling against the stream
We wish we could make it easy
Easy to govern us
Adapted from Waves by Mr Probz


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