Maybe my fave cover of this song.

St Augustine ❤

From xkcd

Runaway.

Lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces and all too familiar sensations.
Waiting for you to rescue me from a dungeon of freedom.
Your face warm and inviting. Smiling away all the man made horrors of life.
Your touch soothing out the creases of the devils kisses.
Your voice drowning out the screams of trapped souls from without.

Make me a runaway. Take me with you to the shaded paradise from which you descend. Pluck me away from strife and struggle let us take flight.
Take me to the clouds so I may see where the sun sleeps. Take me to the stars so I may see where the moon rests his head.
Make me a runaway. Make me a memory.
Take me to a place only the birds know and the flowers remember. To a haven of colours and emotions. There I may be with you...under your watchful eye may I live in peace.

Make me a runaway. Make me a dream.
Let all below think of me as a distant shadow in the darkness of their realm. Take me away. Let me leave. Bid adieu to the nightmares that follow even at dawn. Take me to happiness. Let me be free.
Make me a runaway. Just run away with me.

As you know, I'm a fan of young Zimbabwean talent. I also promised to share stuff young people are saying and doing, relating to Zim's current state.

Sibongile is a young (17 year old!) spoken word artist, currently in Harare, Zimbabwe. She wrote "Protest" after being inspired by #thisflag and Sho Baraka's "Praise Judas, Kill Jesus".

Read on!

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I may go on and on.
I may say something that will move you.
I may say something crazy.
I may say something that will move the nation.

Protest.

I may ramble.
But my rambling may bring change.
Shut me up.
Make me quiet.
But as long as I'm alive my voice cannot be caged.
Set free the voices of the silent... let loose the words of the masses.
Rise up children of the dust and make masterpieces of the ashes.
Speak on out into the face of the lion.
He can only do so much when all of us are crying.

Protest.

I may say something.
Something mad enough to light a fire.
Something clever enough to make flames.
Something genius enough to stop the pain.

Protest.

I might encourage you.
To move out, break out of your normal groove.
Wake up out of this silent fear.
Wake up and shout until they stop to hear.

Protest.

I might say something.
Crazy enough to bring change.
Great enough to stop their jaded reign.
Good enough to give this flag its fame.

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