Wars Poem by Chimwemwe kangulero

The mind is practical
The heart is magical
The heart is prone to hurt
The mind is but to hate

their unity purifies the soul
our unity though
Is their battle line drawn

With your presence my heart flies on imaginary wings
But the mind sees the demons in you grow wings

My heart wants you to rule
The minds wants to enslave you
The heart wants
The soul is lost in the battle
Lets follow the heart but the mind comes along.