Dreadful spiced Awful
| Let this be the darkest hour before down When you let my poetry to rain to dry deserts Of humanity, to replace the fundamental ethic morals; When the Africa conspire to conceive, When the Africa comment to communicate, When the Africa is confused to confident, When Africa conquerors stop congress, When communication is disconnected Send me lord to contain the entire incubus Acts, to the container of peace and stability. I will never miss the water before the well Runs dry, Phinda Mkhonta |
