Wickedness, A Pedestal For The Foolish Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

No one formulated this concoction
There is no formula to this equation
There is no hope in this malignancy
It's a cancer that destroys the mind, body and spirit
A venomous monster that pounces on those with bad intentions
Wickedness is breeding sons and daughters
Spreading lies and deceit
In the name of politics, religion and business
Wickedness is a pedestal for the foolish
It's jolly to lick the pot of wickedness
To hold the evil spell in your hands
And wish bad against your fellow human beings
But there is no crown or garment for the wicked
There is only hopelessness
It doesn't matter if you are poor or rich
To embrace wickedness is to face doom
There is no other message for the wicked
But for them to change their ways

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