I mourn
The fake death of the world
Whose humans are too blind to hear
Whose humans are too deaf to see
Unabled to predilect satisfaction
But so capable to elect greed the fashion
I mourn
The fake death of the world
Were the sun isn't bright enough to glide
Were the moon is shiny with no glistening
Cultures infringed from all coasts
Religion conjested from all posts
I mourn
The artificial suicide of the world
Small enough to be shared
Yet immense enough to be vandalise
Souls vanquish at hand to tears
Dreams vanish at hand to fears
I mourn
The fake death of the world
Perished at our hands
Bannished at our disposal
Are we to regret?
Or on we go with ignorance.
Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa
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