Strife
In life I worked
In search for the beauty
And meaning to my existence,
What did I do,
When my life is all
Hard work and strife?
At the end
It was a painful feeling
For me to fail to hate
Someone who had hurt me
So much on grounds
Of the colour of my skin.
Copyright © Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2018
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