Imprisoned By The Conscience Poem by Qiniso Mogale

They have murdered many people
They have robbed many people
They have destroyed many people
They have stepped on people's toes on their way up
They walk free on the streets
They may not be behind bars
But they have bien imprisoned by the conscience.

All they have they acquired dishonestly
All they own they have stolen
Men have bribed their way up
Women have slept their way up
They have have lied and manipulated many
They sold their souls to the devil
They walk around freely
But they have been imprisoned by the conscience.

They have sacrificed their children to the occult
They have sacrificed their wives to the occult
They have sacrificed their parents to the occult
They go around committing ritual murders
They consult witchdoctors
All for earthly riches
They are not behind prison bars
But they have been imprisoned by the conscience.

They have sleepless nights
Their consciences will not let them rest
Their sins are haunting them
They are reaping what they have sown
They run away from their own shadows
They look free
They act free
But they have been imprisoned by the conscience.