In this infinity of darkness
Hidden in deserts of death
Lies a speck, a grain of meaning
We live single moments in an eternity of existence
We've got one second to pose
One second before curtains
One breath, one life
To be spent in a circle of suffering
Among knife-bearers
Murders and thieves
Greed and hate, I lurk in shadows
Which bear my name/
I live in blind whispers & in shame//
Of the person I am/
The people I've known & the people I am//
My lands where mine have bled
The fields which mine have made/
The ruins of mine great legacy
To be spat on in disgrace,as devils of our race//
I walk the streets at night/
I've never seen the light until I met Christ//
#poetrywasmeanttobedeep
By: Lone Ketumile
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