Hear them chanting, singing and dancing
See laughter lurking beneath their mourning faces
They are panting like leopards running races
With both legs under their thighs shaking
It is obvious that peace is far from them
Deceptive smiles under hideous imperfections
Crazy partakers of retrogressive evil impartations
They walk around dirty shrines like herbalists chanting incantations
Like infections, sowing seeds of ominous recessions
The tree has given up its health and life
Yes, the tree of conscience within them is dead
With countenance like that of a slave that has lied
Even when his master is ready to take his life
Nevertheless, the end will come and life will quench
Evil doers and ruthless offenders will die
Like seeds die when they enter bad soil will they die
And when in the grave, their rotten teeth, they’ll quench.
By James Lisandro Jnr.
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