The tree of curse


The tree of curse.

The leaves do not lie about their bruised skins,
If they did, their branches would find pleasure in their rise,
We can't ignore the light of their roots,
Or avoid their clarity of wither lest the fruit become a victim of rot,
The once a gentleman tree can turn into a mother of curse.
It's this scar of ignorance that has planted this seed,
A seed too toxic to generate babies of greatness,
Or invite mercy to fall on our isolated leaves.

By blessing Mhlanga.

24/ Feb 2019

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