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Agape Maphutha Poem
Ladies and gentlemen, pardon my intrusion.
I won’t take long, I’m only here to Break the ice and test the waters.
Make you laugh a little Before this script starts feeling stale like Blood without water.
But it won’t be a laughing matter once I disappear from this endless illusion
Till this day I’m the physical embodiment of those who were forced to swim.
To escape the deep end and disappoint him who is known as Grim.
We’re forever fish out of water and products of our environments.
Our youthful hands did not create this hot water that we’re in.
The Bible says that they can try to Boil us from within,
And Bombard us with more lies to get us out of the holy water we’re in
But no amount of corruption can prevent Thy Excellence from winning.
The heat doesn’t cool down when you throw more cold water on it Sir!
Don’t forget that crocodiles and sharks don’t make a good mixture.
Excuse that vicious sort of violence portrayed by my voice and tone.
But what kind of chaos could create a world without guns, knives and phones?
How come families are nowhere to be seen when Blood is separated from water.
We’re all too flooded with fury to still coexist come hell or high water.
Follow the traces of the Blood Jesus to get us out of this mind-controlling mist.
Follow the trail that connects us all as tightly together as a clenched fist.
People of all colors, we can't keep acting as if hope is dead in the water.
Let us take to justice and honor like a duck to the water.
Real scum is anyone who gives us reasons to hide our daughters.
Real heroes are the ones, who use the water underneath that Bridge,
That remains Broken 'cause humanity was out of it's depth.
Now we are freed from death and the eternal carnage is finally over.
Copyright © Agape Maphutha | Year Posted 2024
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Agape Maphutha Poem
All I hear is anti-everything!
Still unhealed from the wounds of my antagonist though.
All these knots in my stomach still can’t be untangled.
I remember, she said that she’s in love with Phil the Philanthropist.
Now all properly positioned arrows that I have ever shot are so well angled,
That they're directly piercing through the hearts of every 'antichrist without any antlers'.
All I see is anti-everything!
Still unknown by the world like a new antivirus or antitoxin,
A certain state of mind that dwells within the antisocial and anti-racist.
Similar to a poison that has no antiserum or anti-venom.
Its an antitypical practice of anti-magic creating an antithesis,
Of this RNA molecule undergoing transcription making antisense.
No different from using antiprotons and anti-neutrons to make antimatter.
Excuse my anticlimactic understanding of how anti-science is the key to antigravity.
All I know is anti-everything!
No antibiotics or antidepressants could ever help me now.
I’ve turned into an antigenic anti-hero, who lives an anti-life that ‘anti-matters’ to anyone.
Each antipsychotic I take hits the mind harder than a anti-aircraft.
Now I’m stuck in a conversation with anti-intellectual making this annoying anti-noise,
“Ingeniously”, speaking upon all the anti-choices made by the anti-abortionists.
Evaluating how our criminal antics are the product of our anti-apartheid era.
All that’s left is anti-everything!
There is no antidote only broken bones and exposed atriums.
Why do we keep making these anti-tanks, brought in by anti-traders for the anti-terrorists?
We’re just creating an anti-war and destroying anticivilizations that sing anti-anthems.
Without the people, whose goanna make these antiperspirants for the anti-feminist.
These wheels and turbines of the world are stuck in an anti-lock.
We are the substance which is added in petrol to inhibit pre-ignition like an anti-knock.
Copyright © Agape Maphutha | Year Posted 2024
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