My Cup - Poem by Edson Kachitsa
This is my cup
Beautiful outside with expensive craft
Inside void like a fools clap
Fill it all with the devine daft
Here is my life
Present here for operation
In need of that operative doubleedged knife
So much in need of a devine cooperation.
Break my cup
Mould it again as you please
Given to you is my life pup
Please break it lest dirt would increase.
Who can see what is inside my cup?
Who then is able to break it?
As a child happily seats on his father's lap
So I am, God has seen my inside and cleansed it.
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