Lost Souls Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

Are we lost or is the compass broken? when our faith is tested, identity is rejected like half-digested food so what the mouth forces out nowadays is filth and is still accepted by the youth, this is the story of my life I wonder if we are headed in one direction.

Are we lost or is the compass broken? my mind cant fathom why we keep the tokens in our pockets and dont appriciate our worth.

Are we lost or is the compass broken? how do we comfort eachother with constant lies, looking good in high priced suits yet we cant fix our broken ties.

Are we lost or is the compass broken? When false hopes multiply, we become the product of no value like counterfeit notes which cant buy our genuine selves packed on the shelf collecting dust, I wonder, must we equal ourselves to better looking people when the future aint even promised?

Are we lost or is the compass broken? always complaining how life aint fair, is it really fair? when yours is a game of truth or dare I wonder why we play deaf to the truth and hold tight the dares like a sword clenched in one hand whilst satan on the other is on the loose it's nowonder we fall prey to the snares.

Are we lost or is the compass broken? the more we grow older, the less we become bolder it bothers to think but what if your clock stops? with no rope would you still cling to your Evil hypes? yet again I wonder, would you rather be a special type in God's sight or avail your tears for the world to wipe?

Are we lost or is the compass broken? because its either we watching idols or we being idle notice how the Bible opens once after the week ends. I wonder, are we considered spiritually weak because the only time we pray is after 6 days?

Are we lost or is the compass broken? sinning against our own bodies for pleasure, the pressure we go through just to get to leisure I wonder, does God look at us like his own treasure?


Are we lost or am I just being too judgemental? see! the problem of being outspoken is that even the broken behave unbroken; Bibles forgotten its mirrors y'all marrying but whose Jesus to you if not the bridegroom who crossed out your sins on the calvary.