Glad Tidings
l hear cries,
Praises,
shouting,
passionate voices flare,
filling the humid air,
declaring profound joy,
cries and Praises from the podiums,
unrestrained noise of joy from preachers,
who occupy every available dias,
l hear them,
l hear it,
the great tiding of the age,
being scribbled on of this epoch the page....
by Luckson Mupakamiso
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