Our Creed Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Our Creed

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Our creed

A politician who promises you a good life in future is a crook. You want a good life now. What if you don"t make it to the future?

A pastor who promises you a place in heaven is a conman. When was he in heaven to testify? Your daily deeds will get you there. Somewhere somehow.

Your mother and father who bore you wish you to be what they want you to be. You will be what you will be. Even they don't hold the keys. Bringing you up are rules of nature.

God made us for a purpose which many pretend to understand and will write, read and recite with humanely interpretations. These are mind control attempts and have nothing to do with creation.

Every human being must have access to all gifts, attributes and endowments created by God. Anyone who tells you to wait until a certain time, or to only have a certain measure of whatever is working against creation. He who sanctions another does not represent He Who did not disallow your creation.

So, all you politicians, pastors, preacher men and women and, believe it or not even parents...even you i thank you for bringing me up....but my time to be free is now. Freedom to love another human being.

Freedom to look after Gods creations and freedom to be the best i can be. Any other way is contra and ultra vires the tenets of the Invisible Who made my freedom possible. Your freedom possible. Our freedom possible. Their freedom possible.

So every human being be free.
Let this be our creed
Just remember to love one another.
Your sister, brother, father and mother
And all creatures great and small
There is nothing like natural selection at all

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Varsha M 24 October 2020

I very well agree with your notification. Equality is prime business. But you tell me is this theory applicable only in giving or in being given too. When I served with good do people give me good... practically no. When I am true is the one in front too is true.... actually no....so the good business of God gets sown with weeds. Will weeds serve any purpose to me.

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