He Is A Devil! Yes, He Is One Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

He is a devil in a new uniform
a devil himself.
He just forgot his horns at his home
The way he talk,
The way he walk display devil

When I want to see a devil
I looked at him
When I want to talk to devil
I visit him in his prison cell

Killing such a beautiful woman!
Did he kill her all alone?
Buried her without a witness,
Who was singing in the funeral?
when be buries a person
We dont burie in silence

How can you kill a person
That you didn't procreate?
One is having a license to create and destroy
Only almighty GOD! has
Lived with the furtive for eight years
Where did he get his license to kill?
He must go back and ask for refund!

I don't know devil but he is one
The devil I know is with pure smile and white teeth
And the orange suits like William Nkuna.