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Bliss and Abyss

When I consider this tug-of-war that lingers And for which neither camp will forsake Even for the sake of avowed earthly love I see disinterred before my weary eyes The folly of the wise and bravery of the coward Where bliss and abyss eternally duel Where in some cases adoration at first sight Turns into fight at the slightest provocation And love and hate choke each other’s throats I see men cringe at being called equals And women go to war to be called equals Both recruit ignorant foot soldiers In vain pursuit of ephemeral vanities Ignorant that these mortal titles will mean nothing When and where souls enter retirement They hurl words as hard as stones For a cause more passionate than religion And a tradition foreign to their ancestors Pride-sink souls fuel arguments that foul the air Unable to find the compass to each other’s minds The woman asserts that the man is a mean despot Her soul despises him and his voice makes her spew And he claims she is the tyrannical weaker sex Glances of fury and murmurs shoot darts at him And a ten-fold anger burns in his heart for her Both are the objects of each other’s scorn For which they engage heavy artillery to tarnish She uses her garden and mouth as weapons And he, the unknown mistress to fan The embers of her jealousy She mobilises hosts of female trumpeters Waving banners of hate He gathers a legion of male drummers Seeking to proclaim the woman’s Contempt for the Holy books The man sees, as Divine, his right to be head The woman her undeniable right to be heard At the height of passionate ignorant arguments Where there is no balm to calm frayed nerves None of these hearts can vow to purity of purpose Yet, alone at night, far away from opposing camps That fuel this vicious and dubious battle There rest the exhausted stoic woman and enduring man Seeking fraternity of the loins before dawn breaks When they return to the folly of contention The next generation shall validate what I write: When foolishness from all eyes evaporate The mortal warriors from both cliques will realise what Has been there since Eden that Spirits and souls have no sexes

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Date: 11/20/2020 2:54:00 AM
Yesterday, I learnt of a man who shot his wife and himself all along. I felt bad, and I wondered, 'how love turned sour'. Unfortunately, the problems of Africa leaves one with a bitter taste through and through.
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