Faith Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Sounds of twisted tongues,
licks the ears of the lost.
Chains of burning hell,
claims the wrists of the tame.
Love is for war;
As common sense bask behind display glasses.
In fear of escape,
it rusts the hearts of the nuns.
Priests with empty eyes and dry minds,
let loose words they know nothing of.
All along the world fumes of perforated truth,

Only the lies we let others tell us,
blinds us from the beauty of this world.
Until we learn that faith in humankind,
Is, but the only true faith.
Then the dust of fairies and angels,
The fire of gods and devils,
Will cease not burning our eyes from opening.

O.M Hajane