Blind Follower Poem by Preston Mwiinga

O blind follower, you have become so blind and yet your sight is perfectly fine.
You are like a tissue blown in all directions by the wind.
Your mind is like the Random Access Memory in the computer.
You easily forget but follow blindly the next day.

Do you need Jesus to get soil, smear saliva on it and put it in your eyes for you to notice, that these people are simply using you?
O poor blind follower, your voice to speaking sense is disabled, you speak any how, you speak in tongues as you have been used as a horn, a loud speaker for noise.
You are like a robot being controlled by a remote control causing violence is your way of like.

In you I see those eyes that will see conductivity in life.
A voice that can speak like a vuvuzela of the voiceless.
One who will not use physic to fight but intelligence to bettern lives.
Blind follower, clean your eyes with milk because the world awaits the real you hidden in the blind follower