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by Mduduzi Cedrick Mokoena, August 19, 2021

Let us not talk in tongues
When the thorns have
Sting us, let us not lie to
The liars to win their sympathy.

Let us call a spade a spade even
If we’re losing, let us mourn our
Lose not for the sake of buying the
public’s eye but lamenting our

They say the truth is subjective, but
Which truth is subjective when our
conscious is slowly killing us for
the lies we tell?

Written: June 2020
Tags: Disappointment Ironic Life

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