He was not only a Member of Parliament,
also, he was a bard, a vital voice, an embodiment
of the kind of poetry that grills a grave lack of ethics,
that tackles and tears into the basics, beyond the cosmetics.
Desire Moyo’s art torched dim tunnels, touched many a mentee.
He served on the parliament’s sport, recreation and culture committee.
His impassioned calls for a better nation were a trademark that flew wide.
His voice roars and blows in the present and future. In power, rest, Moyoxide.
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