The Chalice Of Wickedness Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

This is not a glass of wine
It is something far darker than red wine
It is the heart of Man turned upside down
By the poisonous substance of hate, jealousy and selfishness
The chalice of wickedness is brewed and consumed by ferocious snakes
Men and women, who harbour malicious spells in their hearts
Like sleuths, they are masters at the art of waiting and pouncing
Always hiding under the shadows of darkness
Waiting for the illuminated bowl of light to appear
They cannot stand the sight of a good heart
Their compulsion to destroy is far too strong
Their pungent smell is a form of snake venom
Their scaly hearts contains the most malignant form of wickedness
These reptilian human beings are alive today
In the boardrooms, family gatherings and within our circle of friends
These are creatures of slander, malice and pure evil
They find joy in the twisted world of the heartless
Manipulating minds and paralyzing the whole thought process
Pouring their wicked spells on their unsuspecting prey
They have caused a lot of pain to many of their victims
Destroying families and breaking down relationships
They are the undiagnosed malignant cancers in our societies
They are walking free within our midst
Always protected by an aura of evil
They seem to be untouchable
But the day will come
When all their scandalous ways will be exposed
And judgement will befall them
God's wrath will descend upon them
There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth
©Kenneth Maswabi