You see, the days have come where living carelessly seems to be the orgasm of life, something like what nature should be.
No man slaves over thoughts that crush him into a state of disaster.
That controversial blemish embodying a crossroad of futile departure.
Children drowning in this pool of a country with no structure.
We live a life of selfish disfigure.
The youth frustrated lacking leadership from the one that once was an innocent bystander.
A life we all seem to love but hate living, A life that fails to remain a given treasure.
God's gift of with pleasure, nothing and no one can seem to measure, but still we await famous rapture. Replicas of decades lost during apartheid but unlike black or white, we are an enemy to self.
A self-made catastrophe, from what was and what is true, we scorn one another and know not our brother. Breeding ballistic feral beasts, actions all so tragic.
Men see not their ways are demonic.
Senselessly we become despondent, life ruled by a bunch of idiots fashioned into being robotic felons, convicts and delinquents.
I wanna rule my destiny but life I lead bleeds control from an unknown seed.
Africa my home, Africa our last hope, Africa our daily struggle, the wealthy land "said" to be inefficient and can no man feed.
Revelation after revelation we choose to ignore.
The Earth will be left as nothing more.
When will this innate war end?
Will the mind be ever be transformed, allowing nations to transcend, elevating us to a virtuous land?
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