The Physical Realm

K Kenneth Maswabi Kenneth Maswabi
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I am troubled by the contents of the physical realm A heavy smog of evil has encapsulated us A heavy net of steel has captured us We are inside the oven of death No one knows the extent of evil Or the edge of its perimeter We are exposed to the putrid smell of death Covid-19 Outbreak is just another axe To shed blood and feed the evil monster Road accidents, HIV/AIDS and poverty Lies, deceit and selfishness Corruption and looting Hopelessness, fears and darkness All pillars in this house of wickedness We are sons and daughters of Light Yet we stand in darkness Submerged by evil spells and pollution Capitalistic frameworks envelope our minds Our collective consciousness has been poisoned We are now preoccupied with materialism We wake up to daily pictures of suffering Inequality is no longer the breaking news We live in a society of the "haves" and "have nots" The gap between the rich and poor is endless The structure of our mental framework is weak The poor stand against each other In their fight for bread crumbs The rich are wallowing in unimaginable pools of comfort We are horrendously incapacitated from facing the truth The classroom of knowledge is occupied by lies and deceit There is no room for the truth to shine ©

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