Listen to them...
They are only an imitation
Buried with seclusion ..
You say you are normal
You say a lot of prayers, choral
You only need mercy..
They never told me you scatter
Let me not to the chambers of charter
And you will not my blood lick latter
These are denigrations of only buh a feeble mind
That you o’ devils surrogate have seldom bound
Though fibbing yet blind
About same lake of misery I round
Haven’t you ever read pain
Is the only lane
Sweetheart’s laugh ever buried
Sweetheart’s love forever borrowed?
Listen to them..
Carry that candor behind your condor
They are only recitations
Of grand probity.
If only I could talk
/ And through your ears walk
/ Then you could hear the footsteps
/ Of regret echo through character mishaps
/ If I could only talk and walk , walk the talk.
/ Or could I have listened to the silence of order
/ Observed carefully and louder
/ Only then, would I not ponder
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Ntokozo A Rivombo
Johannesburg, South Africa
July 6, 2019
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