Sonnet Ii Poem by Fadhy Mtanga

So unjust; who will I trust?
When they do against their promises;
When a hurt remains the only case,
From there down a river, for a love we had.
To over the high mountains, where we had reached.
Tell me: why thou dost torment me thus?
Why do you break my heart everytime?
Is not like what Nurse once told Julieth;
That there’s no trust, no faith,
That no honesty in men; all perjured.
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers,
But this is not like what Nurse said,
Now vice versa is true, you like a glue,
That no honesty, no trust at all in girls.