Untitled Poem by Abednico Tshegofatso

Out all the wickedness of this mother, one is left with no choice submit to their own fate.

Upon all riches of the mother earth, it's only my faith which seems to be failing the scales of modem man priceless as it is..


Almost everyone from around seems to be lost at sea.
Yet we we're all told that Great wisdom comes from above!

an order which no one is to question

For it leaves no man surprised but kidnapped by his own thoughts


Constipated by the Spirit of the enemy,
I forsee my dear brothers and sisters roaming around dressed in shames
Confusing their fate with faith