Where There's Smoke, There's Fire Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

Not always true but cool
Not always good but brute
This is all painted on the face of an accused man
They made him do it but no one justified it.
His acts are all innocent but WHY HIM?

Days gone by as he laid down low in sorrow
With disbelief, he said: 'am I worth the pain or the game? '
Like he was tamed, he stood with a loud roar moved the shock to the far shore.

Crushed once...
Dissolveed once...
but they couldn't destroy him.

He have now picked up the pace and he's at peak of his performance
Always said endurance yields prosperity and so he had to endure the hardship in order to enjoy the fruit of his blood sweat

It is a matter of time before the smoke vanishes and soon they'll all be away that it was mist
Had been on their list for years but they couldn't move him
And now their eyes are filled with the mist that made them miscalculate their value and worth.
He is mistaken for a bad person but he is not a saint either

Let them shine in the light and he will shine in the night to show that he is here for a reason

He is not down to earth as he had elevated his soul above the soles of his feet...

He may have been bruised and used but now He's grooved and moved
As the smoking fire has been put off... Ashes remains and those are the memories they will have about him