Sins Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

Sins



Sickened men in the armies of time
Driven by empowerments given by their commanders
Subjugated brothers hanging on the forgotten trees
Men gratifying their never ending bloodlust
A wretchedness that time never heals.

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Raynolds Moseamedi

Raynolds Moseamedi

South Africa, Pretoria
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