They text,messages drown in furrows of soil irrigation,
Tittering rings hollow,filters hide what hearts should know,
I crawl past bogies,faces that mean nothing-
Modern Love is limping
They scroll endlessly,ghosted signals extinguished in flames,
Their faces lit by others' illusions,souls marooned,
Love needs medical aid
Their bosom are lumps of fat instead of human hearts,
Oaths deleted before we can see them,fade and gutter out,
Longing has download error,and desires lags-
Their sangomas miseducate them
#Sangomas---witchdoctors
THEIR WORTH
if they teach us of hate
they worth not to teach
if they lie to us
they worth not to speak
if they profit off us
they worth no trust
if they miseducate us
they worth not to punish us
if they created money
they worth no investment
if our freedom worth a fight
they worth nothing
if they leads us astray
they worth not a life
so their worth is only but
temporary
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