Just a Sonnet Viii
The heart grows in a room -
A room of pain and gloom
Tears rain on the face, the taste of them is bitter
Walking in the deep valleys of death, where nothing seems to glitter.
Talking and talking about the diamonds
They shine, but no man shine them on violence
Drink poison vomit gold,
Open ears remain told
Looks are deceiving mankind
Looks are leaving mankind blind
Saddens the heart, nature we found here
Today we cut it off, for it we don't care
Oh mother nature mankind have lost their way
Oh mother nature mankind learns the hardway
Copyright © Khazamula Mhlongo | Year Posted 2017
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