Apart from time
Broken hearts knew not where to go.
Carelessly they would wonder about with no
Determination nor inspiration.
Excess living was a dream,
Fairly impossible to obtain.
Good so bad
Heavenly bible vain though read.
I learnt my self to yell when I met 'God,
Judge your world it's shamed your
Kingdom's name is mud
Love's confused with lies.
My heart is grieved
No doctor shall ever heal the pain
Of my bitterness perhaps
Prayer shall speak Good born from God.
Question my idiation?
Rescue me from my madness?
Secure me from my enemies?
Try harder none these shall speak sense to what I feel.
United nations it's said,
Victory over segregation was met.
Words so good mesmerising a fool's world
Xenophobic attacks are but just a glimpse.
You all have failed God with your
Zest deeply buried in selfishness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem