Not In God`s Image Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Who are you because I do not know you,
I wonder where you came from,
Your traces are hidden like the children's game, Hide. And seek.
Who created you? Because if I was going get into science even for a bit, I discover that you are not even in the history of evaluation.
My grand father told me about Broken Hill Man, I have learnt about Andy Man, I know about Zinjathropas, Nanga iwe who are you?

I even doubt if God ever created a creature like you when he says, I created you in my own image`
You are far away from what he created.
Your appearance, your tongue, your behaviors so disgusting.
Your body is changed as you yellow and black as if it is a rotten banana if not so then you you resemble a zebra.
My Grand Parents would tattoo their animals for identity and prevention from theft, but now your body is tattooed all over, you say its fancy but to me don't ask me because I will be open that you look ugly.
Your behavior makes God to wonder.
I assume even dogs at times confess about your immorality and if they had the powers to sue you, they would have done it for continuously raping them.
As if that not enough you sleep around with someone of your same sex the thing Dogs never even wish to do
Your tongue is infected with the infectious diseases of insults, your tongue is not circumcised it speaks anyhow. It has grown big headed that it even has the guts to even insult God the creator.
What kind of a creature are you because not even God knows you.