Whose territory is this that I have landed upon?
Bad odours of lack decorating the sky,
Global eruptions of unfertile soil birthed on the map of Earth.
Conformed mindsets exuding a stink of non-renewed attitudes have
Sunken into the swamp of poverty.
Hope has gone missing; witnesses have lost their wit
The descent of heavenly riches has ceased.

The economy tumbles down the highway
Stumbling with every attempt of reaching the clouds.
Captives ensnared in the slough have failed to believe,
Relinquished on speaking the treasures into life
All because someone called Situation silenced them.
They adopted a withered belief; their lips gave birth to contaminated words
Accompanied with their gruesome breath as evidence of hunger.
Circumstance who are you to illegally possess their faith!

My goodness! Is this reality!
Anorexia has won the title of new skinny.
The latest face of heaven is Makeup.
Pretty princesses have sold in to lies,
Traded their beauty that truly radiated from what lies beneath
For a fantasy compiled of illusion; tears are their silent lullaby.
They awaken themselves with traces of salt on their cheeks,
Attempting to dehydrate their bodies hoping they would shrink
Into the size zero model pants.

Their footsteps on the ground bring out a wail from mother Earth
As they sow their hurts unto her,
Exerting all force to keep internal wounds suppressed under their feet
To remain invisible to the naked eye of the world.
Eliminating their unacceptable self according to worldly scales,
All because media deemed them not worth the beauty title.
Child, were you not affirmed at conception as the best pottery?
Entertainment industry, who are you to illicitly possess their crown!

Now this is trickery at its best!
Sheep have transformed into goats,
Shed their skin layers, bleached out their skin colour
To exclude themselves from the connotations of dark pigmentation.
Since when has the potter painted his pottery and made a distinction
That black shall be of less value than white.
If deception is black and you thought it looked like you,
Then your thought process was quite compromised.

Clarity has disclosed that you are the light but
Deception duped you and rendered your thoughts deceitful
You assessed your external self carnally and compared it to his
You glanced bitterly at yourself when truth is you’d been declared salty.
A difference in complexions meant not that
Your light was dimmer or that his was brighter
Goats created lines between colours, but Peace is colour-blind and his love is undivided.
Racism who on kingdom-come are you to steal unity from humanity!

This deteriorating earthly suit I wear blazes
With affection for Greed, the number one enemy.
One-night-stands with over-indulgence in strong spirits,
Raising ghosts of a cirrhotic liver; years of huffing and puffing out
Smoke like a chimney, oblivious to the balloons popping in my airbags;
Bugs find it attractive, STIs want it punished, cancer wants it murdered,
Crime wants it imprisoned, storms want it ravaged, and rage wants it to explode.
Flesh why do you encourage my downfall?

Seduction has disguised itself with an aroma of innocence
Waiting to entice the flesh-led into its claws,
Even the elite are lured into the tug of war between good and evil
Gradually being conditioned to believe
In the impossibilities of resisting Lust;
Grooms unfaithfully satisfy desires hidden in their dungeons
Brides become banks granting lies as valid deposits.
Divorce is the mistress that secretly crept into their blankets.
Divorce do you not know the sum of the formula of marriage?

Relationships have become webbed as they were termed “too complicated”,
They complicated from relations on conditions of “no strings attached”
Fears of committing steered the escape from courtship
Encouraging the ideology that their hearts
Would be spared from sorrow and attacks,
Yet numerous soul ties result like a bow tie, bound by spiritual ropes
Evidently existing in the unseen, but denied in the scientific.
Polygamists proclaimed this custom as an expression of abounding love
Even better, young men adopted the trend and called it swag

Like oxygen, they would not survive in its absentia,
Faithfulness, why has lust given you a veil of unbelief?
A new Jezebel has emerged, possessing the concealed truth that she wears the pants.
With every strike she serves to kill;
People have been tormented by her in their own bodies
As she jabs with her sting into every CD4 human defence cell and
Leaves it to die an undignified death;
Many were not deserving of her cruelty,

Countless souls sought without ceasing,
Looking to the skies for a cure to shower down
They stood firm on ice-cold ground
Their gaze fixed upon the heavens.
One questions the reality of divine power
While the other dressed in hypocrisy
Questions the reality of divine healing
Disease! Surrender your weapons and bow down to the Physician!

There is abundance to the dreadful issues
Calling out for further exploration but
My feet are bruised from treading on sharp-edged rocks,
My eyes have accommodated too much light threatening my sight,
My nose has been stung repetitively by lies suspended in the air,
My ears still longing for answers that have not been uttered,
My time may have expired but deep in the chambers of my heart
A magnifying glass is still treasured.
Believe against status quo, and see what lies beneath
Or you may well be…beneath the lies!

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